Merlin Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

’ The disbelief on his face was very evident, ‘How is that possible’ He had demanded but even as the words left his lips he knew he was being told the truth, in the world he lived in Dragons, Unicorns, Elves and Shifters existed as well as many other ‘Imaginary’ Species long forgotten by humankind. So, of course, Merlin existed as well and as the dreary grey skies of London gave up the fight to contain the heavy rain he wanted to kill the person who had told him he would enjoy being in the ancient city of London.

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Enkille smiled and strolled near the young ruler of Argia. They walked at a steady pace, not losing their guards down. They heightened their senses for a possible surprise attack or an ambush. It seemed that their deities were looking after them because they reached the end of the tunnel without trouble. But there was another set of rune magic floating on air again. Branigan unbinds it effortlessly. Until they finally stood inside the massive library. The silence inside made them wonder. They could not see even a single faerie. “I feel sorry for the books stuck here,” Branigan said.

Ruben ask Based on Ruben's sigil he is actually from the house Bake-kujira, home for witches and warlocks. "Yes, it is true. The house has been abandoned for centuries. So, it's normal for people to believe that it is haunted," Earth answered. As abandoned as it may seem. I actually met someone in my House library. To tell you the truth, I still don't know the name of my house, and I am just calling it House of Library as there are actually tons of books but unfortunately not all of the books are accessible as of the moment so it ruins the purpose of it that's why I am out here looking for the answer" he explained.

There you go, so intimidating. The soldiers gathered in a line and Merlin started, "The suspect, Med Lauren is in Peru but we do not know for how long will he be there or if he is even there. So, my handsome warriors, we prepare for the hunt. Because for all I gathered from my fellow leader, he is not alone. The stray werewolves are hunting humans in a pack and he is leading them." Merlin spoke and everyone got alert. I felt a little churning in my stomach with the anxiety but I stood straight in my place behind Merlin. He turned around and looked at all of us.

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

Munster Village Shawn Merritt was discontent with his life and his situation. The following was mostly a result of his unwanted endeavor. It had been years since the great flood and the war, and the long-haired warlock adventurer thought he could make a bet and beat the wealth hidden in a nameless grove near Munster Lake, an old forgotten stronghold from that time period.

Elsabet queried, her lips twisted in doubt and voice still rough as she leaned forward. “My Raese Merlinus, or Merlin, as many have called him. Was the mightiest lover I’ve ever known. He stole my heart and has kept it in the palm of his hand ever since. When I close my eyes I can still see his face. When I listen carefully, I hear his voice in my mind. When I yearn for a man’s touch, it’s only his I crave. He’s my everything.” “Yearn for a man’s touch…” Elsabet turned it over like a foreign phrase. “I never thought I’d ‘yearn for a man’s touch’...”

Fairy tales, mythological creatures or witches have become part of human life. They seem to exist and seem real but some of us only think of them as mere fantasies that are scribbled with a pen or spoken by word of mouth to entertain children who are about to go to bed. Remember Morgana Le Fay? The infamous sorceress and enemy of King Arthur and his advisor, Merlin. Or Hansel and Gretel?