Merlin Ff Novels & Stories

“Please do not shed tears anymore, miss.” Before Maleficent could retort back, Merlin already turned to the next corner—leaving her alone as she tried to reach her arm in his direction to call him. Merlin the wizard. Two hundred twenty years old. Attended Transylvania Academy five years ago. Ability: Necromancy. His innate ability made him the walking bane of the nature wizards. Maleficent still fixated her eyes on the corner where he turned into. The newly resurrected butterfly fluttered before her. Waving her hand, Mimi the butterfly reduced into a pile of ash before she turned to him.

“Because you still need Aria to access the power, Emir. She is the key for you to fully use its power. Without her, the fox you have alone is ineffective. “But how could we reach up to her? I only met her once in the street and vanished right away after I touched her and then there’s with my dream.” “We only need for you to sleep and dream of her again so we could get into the place. Just like what we did when we got into your mind.” “Okay, I can try.” Merlin softly murmured and there was an old wooden storage box that appeared at the table in front of us. He unlocked it and took off an old book.

Merlin’s aura suddenly leaked outward slightly, pressing down on her. “Your charms don’t work on me, and you already know that.” Phoenix clicked her tongue in annoyance before glaring downward at him. “Are you even really a man?” “Stop spouting nonsense,” Merlin barked, though there was faint embarrassment hidden beneath his cold expression. “Apart from winning the trial—which is already important enough—we still have other assignments and other uses for those tickets.” His expression remained calm and emotionless as always. “Whatever. You’re still boring,” Phoenix muttered before turning away.

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.

“Drink this. It'll help with the pain. And maybe the sarcasm.” “Doubt it,” I muttered, sniffing the concoction. “Smells like regret with a hint of rosemary.” Merlin chuckled—barely. Then her eyes narrowed just a little. “You’ve got good instincts,” she said. “The way you move. The way you reacted.” I stilled. “And not just anyone reacts to being attacked like that with a combat knife and an eye-roll.” “Maybe I’m just built different.” “Maybe,” she said slowly, clearly not buying it. “Or maybe you're not who you pretend to be.”

Scarlet looked at me as if trying to see if I'd understood her. I nodded. "I'll do that. What is the information you found if Merlin is actually Fae?" She smiled. "He would be of the Dark Fae. Most specifically the Outcasted Horde." She looked over my shoulder. "Arasne, if you could explain in simple terms. We do have more to discuss."

As Christian spoke of this, he took a sip of wine and said to Merlin, “So, can you understand why I’m such a fool to be willing to spend more than three hundred billion US dollars to buy the Rejuvenating Pill? With it, the old man would finally be relieved…” Merlin did not say anything. He simply filled up his cup with wine and drank it all in one gulp before he said guiltily, “I’m sorry, Christian. I have a foul mouth. Please don’t mind me.” Christian waved his hand and smiled as he said, “I’ve known you for so many f*cking years. How could I still not know what kind of temper you have?” Merlin nodded and asked him, “So, what’s your next plan?”