Merlin Troll Hunters Novels & Stories

24 – A SIGN Renan Folder The forest winds carried a mix of scents—the familiar pine and the metallic tang of blood. My body stayed alert to everything while I hunted, but my mind was the real traitor. It always came back to a single name: Meridian. Rage burned in my chest at the memory of the Kingdom of Umbra. At the memory of what they turned her into. Those damned mages didn’t just take one of ours; they stole an essential piece of me—only she never knew. There wasn’t time. All I have left now is this emptiness that echoes through these silent nights.

Behind us, voices were shouting, closer now. Then I heard him. "Catch them! Merlin, what the hell are you doing!? Come back!" "Fuck off, Autin!" Merlin shouted over her shoulder, still running. "I'm not killing her—and you can tell that to Gordon!" He tried to chase us, but Keli charged, snarling, blocking his path. Up ahead, two Norton soldiers appeared, their silver pistols already raised. Merlin turned to me suddenly and dropped my hand. Her voice trembled.

I pushed up to my toes, pressed my lips to his scaled face. He reached down, grabbed my hand. He slapped his open palm to mine. Glared up at Finn. "Ever." Ari snorted. "Thank you for that moment to process, garinion." I smiled. "Sure, Ari. What's your news?" She rearranged her face into a brighter expression. "Well, good news first. Merlin is still safely stuck in his tomb. It will take more than Patrick has available to raise him." "Even if he has Matilda Matheson as a supernatural battery?" Finn asked.

The group pressed on, exploiting the momentary advantage. Erica, her agility unmatched, darted around the troll, delivering swift and precise strikes to its vulnerable spots. Alana, a sorceress in her own right, summoned the elements, conjuring bolts of lightning that crackled through the air and struck the troll's hulking form. Ethan, with his keen eyes and steady aim, launched a barrage of arrows that found their mark, chipping away at the troll's strength. Every member of the group fought with unwavering determination, their collective will fueled by a shared desire to survive.

he spoke calmly “you do not compromise me for you are on my territory my realm and I shall ask again what are you doing here Hunter” He moved around nervously “ I am no hunter first of all I am ALBERT LISINOPRIL third in line to the troll realm my people are in danger the evil witch of the black realm and her coven have killed our king and taken my people..” “Why would Lena want your people” Alice asked worriedly “I cannot reveal all for the safety but I will say that I need all the help I can get she is a new witch with unimaginable powers my people are known for their secrets of youth and immortality”

he spoke calmly “you do not compromise me for you are on my territory my realm and I shall ask again what are you doing here Hunter” He moved around nervously “ I am no hunter first of all I am ALBERT LISINOPRIL third in line to the troll realm my people are in danger the evil witch of the black realm and her coven have killed our king and taken my people..” “Why would Lena want your people” Alice asked worriedly “I cannot reveal all for the safety but I will say that I need all the help I can get she is a new witch with unimaginable powers my people are known for their secrets of youth and immortality”

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

I said after clearing my throat. He stopped drinking. The troll assistant took the glass. "Go on." I had to be careful. If Titan knew I possessed a piece of Abernathy's soul, he would use his impressive strength-laden magic to slaughter me before he would allow me to leave. "He sent me on a quest to collect and save each of the seven great magics." I paused, preparing myself to slather on the compliments. "Trolls hold the greatest strength in the world, and you, Titan, are the strongest of them all." He sat up straighter. "I have been sent to collect the strength of a troll so that I may keep it safe." I didn't add, just in case the troll people were destroyed or became nothing but diluted s

The troll rumbles in his gravelly voice. “We are seeking the hamrams, are they here in your forest ?” The troll reaches for her and she puts her hand against his. “I see the ones you seek. They are in that direction”. He points to the sour-East. Inside some bushes, in a hole in the ground”. “Thank you brother, I greet you”. “I greet you sister”. The troll rolls up and turns back to a stone. “There are only two. The newly changed and Soleil’s …. Friend”. The lump in my throat is hard to get down. This is it, the moment it will happen. Luca is in there. This is what I have been preparing for. The faster he is gone, the faster I can get on with my life.

on my light pink gown. Who cared anyway, Well, a lot of people care about it, but I didn't, I was too awesome for that. The forest came into clear, to revealed a small circle patch without trees looming over it, stood a house. Wooden, light brown, matching the color of dry ground below it, it stood tall but barely there. I inhaled, gathered all my courage and stepped closer to the house, my guards long gone. They didn't know the way to the small shabby house of the warrior. A house where i would knock at soon. I raised my hand to knock on the cracked old wooden door. "Who are you looking for?" A deep rough voice startled me. I almost jumped three feet in the air. I turned slowly to