Merlin Ambrosius Novels & Stories

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

"HA HA HA HA! Is this it? Is this my destiny? After everything I've went through, after everything I sacrificed, is this the end? Is this the karma for all the people that I've murdered? Is this the end of my journey you ******* Gods! Even if I die here, even if need to exchange my soul to the devil, I will still avenge my people . I will kill Merlin and the rest of the Kingdom!" The maiden was shocked after she heard the name Merlin. It was a name familiar to her, a name that is important for her, a name that is very important for her revenge. Merlin is actually related to Morgana the traitor of humanity. Morgana was originally the Sage of the Kingdom of Alvarez, she is Merlin's sister. But

Even his laugh was malicious. “Wicked!!!” Silver said. “I'm not wicked, I'm Merlin, hi-hi-hi, a potion master and a headmaster, hi-hi-hi.” “So old man—” “I'm not old, hi-hi-hi,” Merlin snapped. “On the contrary, I'm 210 years or more. I forget. See how young I'm, hi-hi-hi.” Merlin replied with his left hand on his chest. Silver decided it was best to ignore Merlin. He looked around the market area. There were not many people here, but those who were here had stars in there eyes. Not many people dabbled in the arts of potions.

In his anger and frustration at Merlin’s parents, for depriving him of the child he claimed as his, he murdered them both and dumped their bodies in the bayou for the alligators. In a twisted turn of events, Papa Amari had fallen in love with Aunt May, but after facing much opposition from her family, Aunt May ended the relationship, choosing instead to raise her half-brother's child as her own. As Merlin came of age and her powers began to stir, in anticipation of her awakening, Papa Amari sensed her and eventually found her. Visiting her home, Papa Amari threatened Aunt May, warning her that he would return after Merlin’s 21st birthday, to claim her as his wife.

- She no longer cries, she is attentive to what I say. -That we both loved each other, and we always ended up getting back together as if it were magnets, even when we stopped fighting for it. It was something we couldn't control. She nods her head. I doubt that I have understood it perfectly, but it helps me as long as I have stopped crying. I get up to go back inside our house when her little voice stops me. -Who was he? I form a slight smile before speaking his name aloud. -Azael.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

“Constantine, if we’re going to stand any chance against Agnes and her dark magic, we need an edge. Something the elders won’t see coming.” Constantine, her face etched with determination, nodded. “I know, Isolde. We can’t let Agnes’s underhanded tactics win this contest. But what can we do?” Isolde’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she whispered, “Mountain ash.” Constantine frowned, puzzled. “Mountain ash? How can that help us?” Isolde explained, “Mountain ash is a powerful elemental substance. If we incorporate it into our spells during the ritual, it could give us an advantage. Agnes won’t see it coming, and it might disrupt her dark magic.”

'' I promised our freedom to my wolf, who purred in encouragement. "Daughter of a demon!'' the man who had thrown the blade at me cursed while hurling stones at me. One hit the back of my head, and I could feel a cold wetness dripping on my neck. "Run, Mira, run," Alpha Benna's second-in-command's voice echoed in my head. He was among the people coming after me, but he encouraged me instead. "I won't fail you," I whispered, although I knew he wouldn't hear me.

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