Novel & Cerita Merlin Mordred

“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.

"The young maiden is here of her own accord, right, my lady?" Delilah lifted her chin defiantly, her voice resolute. "Yes, I am here by choice, and we have come to apprehend this traitor," she declared, pointing directly at me. "Whatever this is about, I won't let you take her—not in the king's absence. You'll have to kill me first," Soren declared, his body morphing into his formidable half-human, half-wolf form, bracing for conflict. I knew what all this was about, and I wouldn't let anyone die on my account. All this had been shown to me in my dreams, and I didn't want anyone to suffer because of me. So, I acted quickly.

Nathaniel was the alpha king's only son. “How can you be my mate? I smell wolf all over you,” he said with a confused expression on his face. I chuckled with confusion. “Of course I'm a wolf. What else would I…” His eyes suddenly glowed bright red. It paused my words and my mouth flew open. Werewolves couldn't do that. The only people who could do that were Demons. Mortal enemies of werewolves. My legs trembled. I tried to run off, but his hands wrapped around mine and he pulled me back, cornering me against the wall. He panted the words.

“Lilith did something to make Soren desire me, hoping he’d take me away from Arlo and return her son to her control. But things went wrong, Cerelia killed her. Are you responsible for Soren’s sudden desire to be king as well?” Maelor beams at me proudly, as if I’m his prize student. “Witty, pretty and smart, the perfect vessel to house Morgana’s resurrected spirit.” I wasn’t loving the sound of this. “Oh gosh, thanks, but I’m afraid I have to decline your generous offer. I’m already housing my own spirit, there really isn’t room.” “Oh yes, you’re ideal,” Maelor reiterates happily. “Unfortunately there’s going to be a little discomfort for you. At midnight we’ll be performing a ritual which e