Merlin Fiction Novels & Stories

KIND HERBALISTS AND HELPFUL WEREWOLVES ARE GONE. Elizabeth and Anais formed a pact-to make humans suffer forever.

His eyes gleamed with malicious intention after facing the little girl whom he thought to be dead during the extermination of the Genesis Coven. Who would have known that Shananel would miss such an important fact? Apparently, the enemy was not as weak as he thought. Somehow, Merlin did not know for sure who would prevail in the war. Talia immediately swerved her body to the right before she decided to gamble. “Reshis Infigar!”

When Ronan pulled his lips away from his he said to him, "Adrian, my love, demons have a highly developed sense of smell and each person has a different scent which allows us to recognize them and track them over a long distance if necessary. There is a legend that says that every demon has a mermaid somewhere, a person who would have a smell so powerful that it would make you lose your mind. I never believed it before, how the smell of a person could intoxicate you to the point of losing your mind, but after meeting you I finally understood." He then said looking him straight in the eyes, "Adrian... You are my mermaid, the one and only, no one can ever replace you in my heart."

A sense of foreboding creeps over her, unsettling her to the core. In particular, the last entry reveals a weighty revelation. As Selena scrutinizes the words, the truth unfolds before her eyes. The author of this journal is a Merfilk, a former human who has undergone the transformative process of becoming a merfolk. The implications of such knowledge send a shiver down Selena's spine. It is a secret that holds both danger and uncertainty, demanding her immediate attention.

Merlin, unused to seeing werewolves strip naked to shift, had kept her eyes studiously trained on the book that she had, thankfully, brought with her. When Zeke remained in the mansion to attend to pack business, Merlin passed the time in the library, gathering research on curses and rituals to break them. The library was impressively large with books on nearly every subject, especially werewolves and other supernatural beings and it was here, that Merlin found herself most at ease. Some days, she would be so engrossed in the books that she would forget the time, only emerging when it was evening.

"Well, I am sorry your majesty but besides being the host of the first ever wolf to be created, you are also mated to the werewolf prince. Soon to be king. Therefore, henceforth, I will not address you with any lesser title." Well, that's it then. For she has said that with finality. I have no strength to dispute so I just pull Michael's pillow and inhale his scent. It's relaxing. I suddenly feel very sleepy. I zone out elder Merlin's voice and drift off to sleep. I dream as if I am in Seraphim's realm. I look for her but do not find her. However, as I get into her library, I am drawn to a certain book. It looks old and tattered. In truth, there is nothing spectacular about it but for some o

He walks over to the window, and traces the shining panes with his fingers. "We've been tryin' ter figure out if it actually tells some sort of fairytale or somethin'," he says. "So far we've got de sea maiden, here in de centre," he points at a golden-haired mermaid with a silver tail. "An' we think these are like, her suitors. Five boyfriends. Lucky lady."

I curiously asked as all I could see were nothing but smoke and fire. “You’re still in my house, Emir.” Merlin devastatingly replied. “What happened?” “You tell me?” He was looking at my lower part. I immediately looked down as was completely shocked I am totally naked and felt abashed as I covered my private parts with my bare hands. “What do you mean? I don’t know. I am not here, remember?” “You’re not here but your body shifted into a gigantic fox and all your tails stretching out blazing.” Merlin was truly an expert on magic as with just one flip from his finger, the house gets back to normal and I got my clothes back.