Merlin Fiction Novels & Stories

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

I shivered seeing his dark smirk. "Celia, how many times do I have to tell you, do not open…" Chris came from behind but he didn't complete his sentence. "Why are you here Merlin?" He asked the stranger. "You thought I would forget everything you have done. Now it's pay back time." Merlin said and took a step towards me. I tried to move away but I was frozen. Like I couldn't move at all. "Chris, I can't move." I said as tears started flowing freely from my eyes.

"I need to ask you about something." She sipped her tea, waiting. "I found a book. In the special section." He hesitated, then slid it onto the table between them—Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The wolfskin cover gleamed dully under the café’s warm light. Alice’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t reach for it. "And?"

Freya snips at Leo and he just smirks at her. “Ok, that's enough with the both of you. So Freya, you said you had a plan for us to get to Merlin. What is it?” I asked her. “Well, first of all, Merlin is human, he's not a supernatural, how he started dealing with supernatural clients no one knows. But he quickly rose, he usually has guards, sometimes witches, sometimes werewolves or even vampires and some days he can be guarded by all three. So we have to assume that he's going to have guards on him at the club.” She explains.

Something unusual happened when my fingertips stroked the ancient pages of the grimoire. A slight bulge was hidden on the inside of the lid. I carefully pulled it away, revealing an antique penny below. In my palm, the coin seemed weighty, like if it housed decades of secrets. The name of a location was etched on its surface: "Willowmere." To be honest, I had no idea what inscriptions were etched on this coin. Despite this, I was able to decipher the lettering as if there was some undiscovered supernatural help.

, then slowly closed her eyes. The crowd was full of question marks, what kind of magical beast contract was this, even Little Tail who had lived for N thousand years was similarly moved to doubt! "In the midst of this vast sky and universe, you and I meet, you and I know each other, together with different races, different bloodlines. Regardless of whether or not life was right or wrong in a previous life, from now on starting with zero, guarding you is everything for me ----" Lilith slowly fought to see her eyes, the original light golden pupils seemed to be burning with a flame, crimson was the color of these pupils, the

“Others have tried and failed seeking it’s legendary treasure. It lies deep and is guarded by mermaids.” I glanced up at Rivyn in concern. He had, typically, been light on the details. “I will succeed where others have failed,” Rivyn met my eyes with a small smile, before returning his gaze to the man. “I seek one chest that contains a book. Anything else retrieved, the captain can keep.” He had the blonde man’s interest I saw. “How do you propose to succeed where others have failed?” “I am Fae and a mage,” Rivyn replied. I saw the sailors start and several warded themselves. “I have a natural advantage. And my wife,” he glanced down at me again, and tucked a strand of my hair back from my f

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

Merlia commented as Anberine guided her to a chair, once seated the pair continued to talk. Allowing the moonlight to bathe over them thanks to the windows that showed the fields outside. “My father, he may have been tough. But he was kind. It was hard for him given that we’re descendants of Merlin, but I’m sure after hearing this it would set his mind at ease. Even if it is just a bit, but-” Merlia slowly looked down with a helpless look on her face. “You cannot tell anyone else outside the family” Anberine guessed, knowing that hardly anyone would believe a piece of paper.

A part of her recognized him, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, it hadn’t felt like a betrayal to save him. “Why are you in my forest?” Lia asked, her voice sharp. “You’re far from home, pureblood.” His gaze flickered to the satchel lying beside him. He reached for it with slow, deliberate movements. “I came for the Heart of the Greykin.” Lia’s eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. The **Heart**. The mythic artifact that had haunted her people’s legends for centuries. It was said to have the power to break the curse of the Greyskin—though no one truly knew where it was.