Merlin Academy Descendants Novels & Stories

Melvin raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting to me. "But that is not all," the king continued, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against his knee. "She is also a descendant of both the Blaze kingdom and the Knight kingdom. She carries royal blood. And she has the physical ability to purify mad lycans." Melvin sucked in a sharp breath. His chest stayed inflated for three full seconds before he spoke. "Oh, my. This is a true blessing, and a massive problem. I think we must tell them our history before we proceed with anything. I believe your first thought was to kill the young lady."

Professor Faren sighed and glanced behind me, up towards the sky. "All dark elf descendants are born with a dark signature," he began to explain. I nodded, understanding that much from a few close calls when my mother and I were on the run. "Most descendants have unique birthmarks, others have a sublime control over dark magic since birth. A few such as yourself and your father, are born with a dark mind. Split in two by your parents' dominant genes," he explained. I scratched my head, feeling a little ache hitting my forehead. "Can you say all that you just said in a less sophisticated term," I said, rubbing my head.

“Still… I never expected you to know Phoebe's secret!” added Marcel in a curious tone. Whatever the case was, Gerald couldn’t help but sigh in relief. After all, Marcel’s response was a clear sign that Phoebe really was a descendant of the ancient witches. That meant that her son was an heir of the witches as well. He remembered Zeman telling him that all witch descendants required the Divine fruit in order to awaken the power in their blood.

"King Thorne. Thank you for seeing me." "You have five minutes," Thorne said flatly, not bothering with pleasantries. "Talk." "My name is Seraphina Corvus," she said, and something about the surname made my skin prickle with recognition, I'd seen that name before, in one of the ancient magical texts in the library. "I am the last living descendant of Seraphina the Elder, who served as Morgana's apprentice over four centuries ago." That got my attention. Thorne's too, judging by the way he went completely still.

But these past few years, the Middle Region Magic Academy's' previous results could only be described as bad. The rank bottom in all the academies resource ranking. Although in power ranking, the Middle Region Magic Academy ranks higher. That was because of the appearance of two individuals. One is the son of the famous magician from the Seeker Association and from a prestigious family, known as Almond Amulet." Almina's eyes twitched from the name. This name was of course very familiar to her, after all, It was her big brother.

he asked reasonably. “Well, there’s a problem there. I don’t know. I tried locating your father, but to no avail. And as your mother died years ago, I was at a loss there as well. No one in your immediate family on record—your mother or maternal grandparents, for instance—attended this academy, so I don’t exactly have any record of your bloodline. The only reason many students here know who they are descended from is because of knowledge which has been handed down through generations. Sometimes they can be recognized because of specific abilities that may manifest as they get older. But that’s not always the case,” Blakeney concluded. “If you don’t mind my asking, who’s your divine ancestor?

Demetrius had this gleam in his eyes, knowing that she was asking questions that she didn't want to know the answers to, that maybe Arianna shouldn't if she wanted to have any restraint. Demetrius' eyes darkened for a split second before he said, "Thousands of years ago, Merlin was a powerful witch that was part of a coven named, 'The Seniorem Coven'. Merlin made an immortality elixir for him and his fiancée who was apparently a wolf to drink so they could be together for eternity. It turned out to be a trick when Merlin drank the elixir with Amara the wolf, which made him the first MONGREL, the wolf and the witch. Merlin' plan to live forever with Amara hit the fan when a vampire named Adon

“And who was responsible for this?” I asked, widening my eyes in confusion. “Elisa is a distant descendant of ours,” Morgana explained. “Distant?” I asked, furrowing my brow. “That means she wasn't born with the magic of the ancestors but was blessed by them to be able to use their powers.” Isadora rolled her eyes as she spoke with disdain. “I see,” I sighed. “And Conan? Could he have inherited the magic of his ancestors? He's also a hybrid, right?”

“The war from 100 years ago has dawned on us again. It was an unfinished business rooting from an ambitious evil wizard, years ago we have failed to completely vanish the threat, and now he is rising again. The Seven Table Milieus Executives are gathering seven enders that are needed to resurrect the Grand Arch Wizard. As you know the captain of the aces has defeated the seventh ender and the ender voice was in the possession of the academe. Yet strangely, it was back in the enemy’s hand. The traitor, was a professor who infiltrated the academe a long time ago. And no one even noticed it, or maybe someone noticed but has failed to vanquish the threat. If you are wondering who I am to speak a

Her effect on him was getting worse. “There are a lot of things we don’t know about. My mother taught me, she was a descendant of Merlin.” And she said she wasn’t a witch or sorceress? She was wrong about that. They looked at the group that filed into the room, and it was a rather large group. Mostly men but several women too.