Merlin Academy Descendants Novels & Stories

“I’ve read every lineage scroll from the Frost Peaks to the Salt Wastes. There’s no ‘Elian’ in the Northern bloodlines. Not one with silver fire.” He shifted, looking nervous,just enough to be believable. “Maybe… maybe I’m a mutation? A fluke?” Morwen stared at him. Then, slowly, she smiled. “Perhaps,” she said. “Or perhaps you’re something far older. Something… forgotten.” She stepped closer. “There’s a door under this academy. Sealed for decades. Only those of true royal or Keeper blood can even approach it. I think… you should see it.” Elian swallowed hard. “Why?”

"Trained, gifted, powerful beyond anything the histories admit to. And when House Corvane's ancestors moved against fire mages a hundred years ago, they didn't simply hunt her down. They erased her. Struck her name from every record they could find. Rewrote the histories so thoroughly that most people alive today don't even know she existed." Sera's stomach turned cold. "Why would you tell me that." "Because you deserve to know what you're actually walking into." Oren held her eyes, steady, unflinching. "This isn't only about learning to control your fire, Sera. It's about surviving long enough to matter. There are records, somewhere in this academy, that still remember her true name. If we

“It’s because of your bloodline, you real one.” I stared at the book, my heart thudding. “Your father.” “He wasn’t just a descendant of the moon goddess,” Helena said softly, “he was a direct descendant of the Primordials. The first spellweavers were born from the world’s raw magic not shaped by it, like the rest of us.” I felt cold and hot at once, “is that what you were hiding? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “Because we didn’t know for sure if you inherited it,” she said. “Your records were destroyed. Someone hid every trace of your past, even your father couldn’t find the truth.”

she said, glaring at him. “They refused to comply. I guarantee you if all alphas can surrender their pack to me, I won’t have a reason to kill them. Come on, we are the first Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and we are equally powerful and in a way, immortal. You are already 1000 years old and still looking 20 years old,” he said.

“Witches are friends but be careful.” “Are you saying I should be careful around you?” “I am quarts-wizard but not a pure one.” “How come you still have this strong power of witches when you are just quarts-blooded?” “I am a direct descendant of Miraya of Witches. My grandmother Minerva inherit her position and power and I am her only grandson.” “You have a brother.” “He’s another story and that has nothing to do with this.” “I am still waiting for you to reveal everything.” He sighed and looked around.

Paul Michaels (Tracker from River Ash Pack) He had been sent by Alpha Anson to check if he’s god-daughter was in this academy. They’d received a lead that she had been signed into this school when the previous Luna had banished her from the pack. As a new father, he could only imagine how worried his alpha was over this young woman and had volunteered for this, even if she wasn’t his real daughter, he had raised her from 5 years old. Personally, he had no problem with her, she was a sweet kid, if somewhat reserved.

Today, their achievements would finally be recognized before the entire academy. --- Among the graduates, seven students stood above all others. Out of fifteen finalists, these seven had earned the academy's highest honors—not because of their noble birth, but because of their extraordinary accomplishments and unwavering dedication. Some had established free hospitals for the poor. Others had revolutionized magical research, achieved mastery in swordsmanship, advanced academic knowledge, or transformed commerce across the continent. Their names had already become legends within the academy. They were: Luke Dean Asterion — eldest son of Duke Asterion.

"And I've made a decision." Cassie's heart stuttered. "And?" "Marcus's offer is better. Financially and strategically." Richard closed the folder in front of him. "I'm accepting it." The words hit like a physical blow. "Dad—" "This isn't personal, Cassandra. It's business." "Everything with you is business!" Cassie's voice rose. "I'm your daughter. Doesn't that mean anything?" "You're also a disposable asset in this merger." Richard's expression was cold. "And if you keep following Dominic Hale down this path, I'll replace you in the company entirely."

You know that as well as the next man, but I think I have found the right one. StarWolf grunted his annoyance, ‘Out with it Beta, what have you done?’ Maxwell huffed and pouted like a child at having his moment taken away from him. ‘Are you fucking pouting at me Max? I mean, come on. For real?’ Max grinned back at his Alpha, ‘I have only secured the services of a direct descendent of the Greatest Warlock that ever lived. Marvin can trace his ancestors back to Merlin.’ He finished proudly until StarWolf chuckled,

Merlin finally looks up but even the look in her eyes is reverent, the sound of her voice respectful, "All witches know what it means. The moment I touched your skin, the pendant confirmed you are a descendant of the Golden Line. The Golden Line stood at the head of the old witchcraft covens. They led us with grace and power, and their disappearance marked the decline of all the covens. It's what has brought witches where we are today. Hunted and killed by those who think we shouldn't exist. That pendant proves you're a descendant of the Golden Witch Line. That pendant... makes you witchcraft royalty." My pulse only pounds in my ears the more Merlin speaks and I have to cut her off, "Wait, w