Merlin Ambrosius Novels & Stories

Nevin struggled to try to punch Azazel’s men, but they were strong in numbers. She was angry, but what could she do? Azazel was a beast with minotaur-like strength; he could take down a lion if he could. His core training with manticore is proof, “Don’t worry, Thena, I will get you out of this,” She didn’t know if she had to cry or feel happy, happy that Nevin was willing to go to any length for her or feel sad for Nevin’s impending death.

utterly handsome. "Sicario." The magician greeted Grandfather. He addressed my grandfather as an equal. So I'm sure the two are about the same age or the man I don't know is older. "Merlin." Grandfather greeted me and I stopped. Merlin? He is the name of a sorcerer in a Mythology that is related to King Arthur. But everybody knows it's just folklore. This man in front of me is just someone who bears the same name as him. But I still can't help but be surprised.

Because deep down, I already suspected the answer. “And Merlin?” I asked. There was no anger in my voice—only a quiet despair. A hope I wasn’t yet ready to let go of. Roi hesitated. “Merlin… she never existed, Devin. You still don't get it..” “No. That can’t be true.” “She was the most advanced simulation architect in the entire program. And the one closest to you. Maybe… too close. That’s why you became the deepest subject. The hardest to retrieve.”

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

His elite soldiers were all superior demons who were able to take on the appearance of humans, and since demons stopped aging when they became adults, their human appearances looked like men and women in their twenties which was perfect for infiltrating the Academies since they all looked to be in the same age range as the golden dragon. Everything was going according to his plan when a few hours earlier his most powerful Prophet had come to find him to tell him that the soul of The legendary mage had just arrived in Astoria and that he absolutely had to find him in order to eliminate him because this mage represented a great danger for his future plans.

“You have an army. You have the mist. You have me. Well, you had me. However, you still chose to go after her. Why, if you didn't, you would have not lost all the power that you have.” “Call it curiosity or mistake that I made. Call it the anger that I felt towards myself at the fact that I lost her, that I believed you when it came to my daughter being dead.” I turned from him, hiding the subtle twitch in my fingers. “She’s stronger than I anticipated. And love, it makes people desperate. She's not like Sienna though she is also my daughter. She does not carry the same fire. Sienna is weak. She was raised to submit and raised to stand back. Her body is strong, however she's not as fierce. D

Silence stretched between us a little too long, the sound of heavy rain hammering against the windows filling the room. "There is one thing,” Martha said and looked at me. “But you can't get it. It's impossible.” "Try me." "The Moonfire Orchid." The name sucked the air out of the room. Every herbalist knew the legend. The Moonfire Orchid was a magical flora that grew on the grave of the first Lycan King. It possessed enough raw lunar energy to stabilize even the most dangerous magical illness, or reverse a curse written into the soul itself. It was the perfect cure.

Unlike what happened to Talia’s summoning that derived from the energy of the Heaven and Earth, tiny water droplets ascended from the vast sea. Countless water droplets surrounded the floating Merlin like a sphere. The moment Merlin’s incantation stopped, he opened his eyes, and all the stagnant water droplets flew toward Merlin in the blink of an eye. Before the water droplets could touch Merlin, the water droplets congealed. Within a few seconds, it started to take shape and transformed into a scepter. Unlike Talia’s scepter which was golden in caller, Merlin’s scepter was black which was embedded with rubies from the tip to the head of the scepter that was diamond in shape.

Meanwhile, the other warriors secretly rejoiced at what they considered the Blood Shadow Warriors’ bad luck. Yet Merlin remained silent. He simply stared deeply at the key and ancient scroll in his hands. Beside him, Phoniex was unusually quiet too. The playful smirk she normally wore had disappeared as if she had suddenly realized something important. A Sacred Flame Pack warrior finally gathered enough courage and approached one of the silver chests nearby. Carefully observing Merlin’s earlier method, he placed a special ticket on the chest and activated it. The chest opened. Inside lay a long black broken sword engraved with strange ancient symbols.

I admitted, doubting my capabilities. "You possess more strength than you realize. And remember, I will be by your side at every moment. You won't be alone in this," Ashere assured, her presence comforting in the face of such an ominous task. "And who is this son of Isobel?" I finally asked. "He is known as the Dark King