Merlin Mordred Novels & Stories

The chaos of the battle blurred around Lia. The soldiers fell back, disoriented by the sudden onslaught of power, but it wasn’t the victory that gripped her—no, it was the growing fear in her chest. The Heart's magic, wild and uncontrolled, surged within her like a flood, drowning her, threatening to tear her apart. She could feel it—a gnawing darkness in her veins, an ancient, unrelenting force that was so much more than the gift she had imagined it to be.

he muttered and tears began to streamline his eyes. "My Morgana"

“you want me so much, and you sleep? Frankly, how weak are you? Good for me. I don’t have to feel the disgust of you touching my skin, and you facilitate my ascension to the throne with so much inertia.” She had just taken a shower, so she undressed, put on pure silk pajamas, and lay down beside Typhon, turning her back to him. Typhon opens his eyes and looks at her with hatred, but before she can look back, he closes his eyes again and tries to fall asleep. Mordred's men are prepared to leave. Mordred begins to explore the entire village, which, to his joy, is just burnt rubble. “It won’t even be a ghost town. That way, they won’t connect me to this village when I'm the king.”

Mordred appeared with his men, ‘Don’t bother trying little Hybrid those cuffs contain spells to block your magic no matter how powerful you are. Merlin was never a match for me, I am Blessed by the Dark Lord, he is my Master.’ He stood in front of her his gaze roving over her almost naked body, the beautiful white dress hung in tatters, and reaching forward his arm snaked around her waist and he pressed himself against her. ‘I do not need your Coven to witness my claim on you, all that matters is the act itself is witnessed and my men will suffice.’

For closing the doors to their freedom and leaving them to be picked off like flies, to be somewhat forgotten while those responsible lived a better life. Some even now jeered Merlin’s name, while others made sure that Merlin and his line never did have an ounce of peace in their lives resulting in unsavory predicaments. What also made it more uncomfortable for Merlia, was that her brother too had been hated for having the name of the one who ruined the lives of the people- Mordred. The fallen man had aided a woman named Morgana who was also a powerful witch- a seer. His crime had been to help stir up the war that Uther had introduced years ago, a war that left nonstop bloodshed and resentme

Demetrius had this gleam in his eyes, knowing that she was asking questions that she didn't want to know the answers to, that maybe Arianna shouldn't if she wanted to have any restraint. Demetrius' eyes darkened for a split second before he said, "Thousands of years ago, Merlin was a powerful witch that was part of a coven named, 'The Seniorem Coven'. Merlin made an immortality elixir for him and his fiancée who was apparently a wolf to drink so they could be together for eternity. It turned out to be a trick when Merlin drank the elixir with Amara the wolf, which made him the first MONGREL, the wolf and the witch. Merlin' plan to live forever with Amara hit the fan when a vampire named Adon

Ash and Kai step back as a black ichor starts climbing out of her mouth and nose. Merlin holds the crystal to the liquid and it flows into it. It was thick and the tendrils move around, swaying as they find purchase on the crystal and then get sucked inside. Merlin is stroking her head, and still muttering in a language he doesn’t know. She holds his gaze as he continues drawing the ichor out of her. She’s shaking, and her spine drops back to the mattress as the ichor is finally contained in the crystal, which disappears into a pocket of the blue coat.

I command, shaking him again just to hear him whimper like a pup. Just over the next ridge, in about twenty minutes. Mordred supplies without complaint. I don’t know what James was thinking when he hired the bastard. He might be an evil son of a bitch, but I thought he had more brains than to work with someone who has no backbone. What do you know about the mermaids who get taken to Sangville? I hiss. Were you involved in the shipment taken two days ago?

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

Silence stretched between us a little too long, the sound of heavy rain hammering against the windows filling the room. "There is one thing,” Martha said and looked at me. “But you can't get it. It's impossible.” "Try me." "The Moonfire Orchid." The name sucked the air out of the room. Every herbalist knew the legend. The Moonfire Orchid was a magical flora that grew on the grave of the first Lycan King. It possessed enough raw lunar energy to stabilize even the most dangerous magical illness, or reverse a curse written into the soul itself. It was the perfect cure.