Merlin Casts Novels & Stories

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.”

Cold sweat slicked her skin, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to cooperate. When she finally straightened, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her. Her carefully maintained image—poised, glamorous, unshakable—was cracking. And beneath it, she saw something raw, something vulnerable. Something she could no longer ignore. She had spent so many nights convincing herself she could carry this secret alone. That she was strong enough. Independent enough. But now, staring at her own reflection, she saw the weight of it bearing down on her.

You're a wolf Morgana. He finishes and there's an intense silence in the room now. Everyone is gazing at me, shooting holes through my skull., waiting for me to say something. "Um... Haha, well.. What??" I stutter not really knowing what to say. They're all crazy.. "It's true.." Aaron says from beside Reece. "You have to believe us. If you're all alone when you start hearing your wolf's voice you're going to think you're going crazy. You have to let us help you but most importantly you have to believe us.." Reece's mom says.

They were ready to embrace their role and face whatever challenges lay ahead. "But beware," Merlin cautioned, "darkness will not yield easily. It will test you, tempt you, and try to lead you astray. You must remain steadfast in your resolve and trust in the goodness within you." As the hero absorbed Merlin's words, hints of inner doubts and fears arose. Could they truly fulfill such a significant role? What if they faltered and failed? Sensing their turmoil, Merlin placed a reassuring hand on the hero's shoulder. "Do not doubt yourself, my dear child," he said. "The realm chose you because of your strength, your compassion, and your capacity to love. You are more capable than you realize."

’ He chuckled and she frowned back at him not amused, ‘This is deadly serious Alexis, your mate is a very powerful witch, she is a Daughter of Merlin, a member of the most powerful Coven in the world. It is perfectly reasonable for her to head to the place of King Arthur's Castle and land that was Camelot once upon a time.’ Alexis looked at her incredulously,

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.

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.

“Isn’t it time for you to stop acting already, Merlin? I know the backlash of the spell you used to impersonate the bond and Lina’s face is not that terrible. Painful, but not deadly.” Hearing that his act was not useful anymore, the warlock, Merlin, finally stopped twitching and playing dead. In a blink of an eye, he appeared next to Talia, earning a mouthful of gasps from the wolves who were watching, especially for six alphas who were like ants on a sizzling pan. “Gutiumha!” Merlin stretched his hand to capture Talia’s small frame along with his binding spell. His eyes gleamed with malicious intention after facing the little girl whom he thought to be dead during the extermination of the

To each other, we looked normal, but to others, we looked like our exact opposites. We all looked in the mirror and saw our outside appearances. I looked like a grown, ginger lumberjack, while Nathaniel looked like a princess who had been locked in a tower all his life. The drastic change was Donatello from a tall, built knight to a damsel in distress. Seeing ourselves made this very serious situation a tad bit funnier, but Merlin reminded us of our mission. He randomly took out 3 cards and set them on the floor and asked me to help him cast a spell.

It was a nostalgic feeling, a feeling that reminded him about the deceased Demon King, a being that he could never rival. But, Merlin is still the great sage, the most powerful mage of the Kingdom. There's always a solution. Merlin casted a teleportation skill, as his last resort, he teleported Luci to a far away place. A place that no human or any being have ever come back alive. The Cursed Forest.