Merlin Druids Novels & Stories

They knew how strong and agile he was having fought with him for generations. After almost an hour of silent marching through the forest, the group came to a familiar clearing with a huge, ancient tree in the center-their own Yggdrasil. The world tree Kelda had used to bring them through to this world. Brodi pulled a long length of nylon rope from the bag he carried and threw it to Eric. "Tie him to the tree," Brodi commanded, his voice low and husky. Brand looked over his shoulder at Brodi as the other men pulled him toward the tree to follow their Alpha's direction. His sea blue eyes met his brothers but instead of frozen ice they looked more like the spring melt. Brand frowned in confusio

The Dragon Council was still active, but now we had one for every type of species. The leader of each species set up the new council, to make sure everyone was on the same page. Each country had its own council as well, but Cyran had to be a part of them all. Mostly because their kind was spread across the world. The only species that haven’t revealed themselves to the world were Mer-people. It was mostly because for centuries they have been hunted by humans and treated as science projects. Since everyone understood their fear of humans, we made sure the humans didn’t learn about them until they were ready.

Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,” Marcu growled in agreement as he beamed at his voluptuous mate. “I will train with her brother,” Nick stepped forward. “Me too,” Adam added.”You trust us with her, and we will keep an eye on her, what do you say, boss?” Drago crossed his arms, finger to his chin, then addressed Madchen, who pouted in anticipation. “I will let you, Madchen,” she jumped for joy, but he put a hand up.” you have to wait two weeks, to heal properly though, and I won’t give you any leniency.”

The parts that can be made public have been placed in the Mage Tower library by Christine for Olivia and Moras to read at their leisure. First level druid Ronny, on the other hand, lives with his two apprentices at Stewart Castle, where he teaches the three children with druidic aptitude and takes care of the tea fields. You can't just leave the professionals in Port Dominaria; Dragonclaw needs to be guarded, too. The newly recruited five warriors, an archer, and a thief, Christian, put them under their own guard, mostly for their own safety, and let them follow several knights to learn in their spare time.

“Anyway my mother was a druid, druids tend to be soft looking with striking features and almost always with a purple tint to the eyes. I haven’t met any that haven’t-so far. My druid people are protectors for the Meliae people.” “Meliae people? What are those?” I ask and Rae replies “Meliae are also known as nymphs sometimes confused with fae, sprites elves etc… aren’t they people of the trees?” “You would be correct, but it’s much more complicated than that. There’s also water, stone and flowers. My people are trees. Each species of tree has one tree within that group that has a spirit. So for example the red oak will have one tree in the entire world that’s special and holds the spirit, th

She spreads her arms and begins chanting. “You didn’t mention that you’re a dragon rider now, Mere.” The man says, before he too spreads his arms. The earth around us begins to shake violently and Merethyl opens her eyes looking right into mine, her determination clearly evident. I watch as Tana carries an injured Kaylani away from the arena as Merethyl and Yhendorn continue to battle the hunters using their element. Even injured and battered, Yhendorn is a strong elf.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Memories I've buried rush back, clawing at my chest with the ferocity of a storm. Hunters, they called themselves. Elementalists—a kind fused with ancient natural gifts and Nephilim blood. Those were the real monsters, their self-righteousness driving them to murder anyone with tainted blood. They slaughtered those of demon heritage. Before people were "woke," those with gifts were labeled witches and burned at the stake.

All the while Miranda listened, she felt her heart drop, break and a rage within her build up, the person that she had come looking for, was a archdragon, a liar and practically abandoned her after knowing almost everything she had faced and been facing, “You saw one side of the coin, did you even bother to stay and hear what that monster said, to see what he did?” Winstrain stood quietly, he could see that he was going to face Miranda’s wrath and there was no way of escaping. He was wrong and he would take the punishment

she said and a tiny dragon of fire appeared in her palm, Danté sat there like a kid watching new toys, the two little dragons so life-like if one wasn't burning and one clearly made of ice and water, he would have been fooled. "Drakania is basically a female dragon, many years ago wizards teamed up with knights and taught them this magic, with the exception that the chant starts either with her speaking Drakania, or him speaking Drakkon, the most famous of them was Merlin" Amber said. "So he wasn't just some foney?" "No, Merlin was just as much a part of the round table as the knights were" she said sitting back again. "Very well" Danté said and Alister continued.