Merlin 6th Season Novels & Stories

At the critical moment, Merlin suddenly smashed a teacup on the ground and shouted, “Damn it! If you still want to find out the whereabouts of Vera Lavor and her ring, you’d better stop immediately!” Mr. Chardon’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he halted his actions for a moment. He looked at Merlin in disbelief and blurted out, “W-Who are you? How do you know the name Vera Lavor?! How do you know about her ring? Speak up now! Tell me, how are you related to her?!” Merlin did not expect that the words Charlie taught him would actually be useful. When he saw that the other party had stopped completely, he heaved a sigh of relief and said confidently, “You don’t deserve to know who I am!”

She would bend to his will, and his senses told him he was running out of time, ‘So the Fae Prince has finally figured out who the Druids were working for.’ His eyes turned black as he looked at the barely conscious girl chained to the gurney, ‘Asher, prepare the Altar, the Ritual takes place when the moon hits its zenith tonight.’ The big Shifter bowed and headed down into the bowels of Merlin's palace, where the Altar room was hidden, stopping as he entered the dank, dark room. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the evil permeating every part of this dreadful place, and his heart grew heavy. He had fallen for the little hybrid the first time he had taken her. She was so beautiful, so fei

he muttered and tears began to streamline his eyes. "My Morgana"

Ash and Kai step back as a black ichor starts climbing out of her mouth and nose. Merlin holds the crystal to the liquid and it flows into it. It was thick and the tendrils move around, swaying as they find purchase on the crystal and then get sucked inside. Merlin is stroking her head, and still muttering in a language he doesn’t know. She holds his gaze as he continues drawing the ichor out of her. She’s shaking, and her spine drops back to the mattress as the ichor is finally contained in the crystal, which disappears into a pocket of the blue coat.

I'd learned from the best not to show all my cards. "We have not called on Merlin, for he enjoys his eternal rest deep within the Valley. He has not been bothered by our dealings," the woman answered. Her voice was deeper than usual for a woman, a husky tenor that seemed to suck all the warmth from the room. I smirked. "Then you might want to have a discussion with your champion, if your champion is, in fact, Patrick Walsh. Seems he's been wanting to play at necromancy and is bringing Merlin back."

Merlin freezes an inch from me, her eyes wide and confused. For the first time since we've met, an expression other than that icy calm is on her face. The light in her hands has died, only the shine in her eyes remains and even though her gaze brims with power, nothing happens to me. "It... It can't be." Merlin takes a step back but her hand is still on my neck, her fingers still on my throat as she murmurs the spell under her breath again. Her left hand, the one still free, glows with that scary, terrifying ash light again.

Merlia said tersely as she took her now startled friend with her to the dorm, ignoring his smiley look as they closed the door behind them. Skye however now seeing that they wouldn’t help resumed his search for Anberine. ~ “What is wrong with you?” Morgana asked sharply as she slammed the door shut, not caring that this would attract attention. “He can’t just hurt her and expect us to take it!” Morgana added crossly. “That’s the thing” Merlia replied softly as she saw Helga and Perceval’s worried expressions. “I think the spell has worked” Morgana blinked in surprise, not truly understanding how this was possible given that they followed the instructions carefully.

That night, Merlin couldn't do anything and accepted Klaus and cried. In the morning, when Klaus woke up, he took Merlin again and had fun with her. Merlin's soul was already crushed, and she looked like a living doll. After losing their child and some of her powers, she started drowning in darkness. The last night events were the last straw, and now Merlin is completely swimming in her darkness.

Merlin then suddenly asked us to trust him, which we did and said an incantation. I think I passed out, because when I came to, we were back in a forest and about a day’s walk from Kingspin. Merlin told us that he had turned us into toys and snuck us out of the city in his bag. When the guards came in, they interrogated Merlin for a bit before eventually letting the old woman go to her “grandson’s wedding.” He tried to cheer us up with that, but my mind didn’t wander from General Iris, who was still dying.

Merlin turned to Zeke with a pleading look on her face, "I trust Sébastien, there's no telling what the witches will do once I'm put in a trance. My mind, my thoughts, everything would be an open book" Zeke was conflicted, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face and drawing his mouth into a frown. "Fine", he sighed in resignation, "But I don't want you poking around into anything else while you're at it" "And here I thought you had a higher opinion of me", Sébastien scoffed. "He's just being overprotective", Merlin smiled, trying to lighten the mood. An awkward silence settled in the study, as Zeke and Sébastien avoided looking at each other, while Merlin fidgeted uncomfortably in h