Merlin Troll Hunters Novels & Stories

“The route…” “They planned for us to take it,” I finish, my pulse racing. Even as the words leave my mouth, the air shifts — a heavy hum that vibrates through the ground. From the cliffs above, dozens of glowing symbols ignite in the rocks. Witch runes. Theron curses. “They’ve trapped us in!” Before anyone can react, the runes explode into light, sealing off both ends of the pass. The trolls roar, the wolves surge forward again, and all I can hear is Lucian’s voice through the link.

As we wandered through the woods, the soft rustling of leaves beneath our feet provided a rhythm to our journey. The moonlight filtered through the thick canopy above, casting intricate patterns on the forest floor. I could sense the weight of Cain's curiosity, and I knew it was time to share the truth with him. "Cain," I began, my voice tinged with both sadness and determination, "there's something I haven't told you. King Crowell's men are hunting me because they believe I killed his father with witchcraft."

Alec’s POV- I was on my normal patrol route around our border closest to the hunters when I could sense something coming. It seemed far off, but gradually the sound of a dirt bike became louder. The hunters were chasing something. I hated the rule that we had to stay back unless something crossed into our territory. No doubt the hunters would screw something up and we could possibly miss something important. I get why the rule is there though. We don’t want them coming over here either, so the rule is the lesser of two evils. I use the pack mindlink, basically our own telepathic way of talking to each other so that even when we’re shifted we can communicate, to let my warriors know that ther

“I wouldn’t miss for the world Rainn.” The trials continued with weapons and Rainn came out on top of every challenge thrown at him. The council was very surprised and happy to have a warrior such as him wanting to become a hunter. At the end of the trials, the four new hunters were finally announced, and Rainn was happy that he was one of them. The mentors came out and headed over to each of the four new members of the Vindicta. Ard'al, of course, was Rainn's mentor and he couldn't have been prouder of the man that Rainn had become, even if he was worried about the next part.

Chapter 85: Beasts Of The Hunt Deep Woods, Open Forrest, Outskirts... A series of violent snarls filled the open night air as many a humanoid wolf tore through the looming trees to get at the rich scent of blood that had caught their collective attention. The Howler M.C. had stumbled upon a group of outlaws who had taken up in the wilderness and had been having themselves something of a party with a good deal of drugs, and booze before the shift of the time and the onset of the werewolves descending upon their camp. Everywhere snarling teeth and razor-sharp claws had been digging into hot warm flesh and the splattering of crimson slick blood had been glorious as the brutes hunted and feasted

When they discovered their natural enemy, they immediately froze to the ground, preparing to strike with their razor-sharp fangs and claws, which were already in place. Darwin, on the other hand, was startled by the rusty sounds of another iron barrier yanking open from behind him. A massive, raucous troll monster lumbered out of the woods. Seven-foot-tall, a seven hundred-pound troll-leather-clad beast, and with two long double swords in each hand. Who wore a leather garment on its back as protection at its weakest point. A troll has become extremely agitated after spotting its prey. After all, lycans' blood has been their primary source of nectar, providing them with the essential thrill t

I rolled my eyes at him, and he gave another shout of laughter. The ride continued in silence until we got to the main highway. I could see a dark shadow of a vehicle parked off to the side and realized it was Nellie and the other warrior. They flashed their lights at us and followed us up on to the highway. I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes. “Is it true you were a werewolf hunter?” Bob asked. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me earnestly. “Yeah,” I acknowledged.

He was moving like the wind and even faster to those riding their broomsticks or summoned animals. Go and fucking nail this Tri-World Tournament, Merlin! Merlin was the first among all the participants to find his golem. Stumbling from the darkness of the Forest of Lamentation which lacked the rays of sunlight, Merlin fell from his first try to climb atop the golem – Hunger – which was behaving rather well to a being other than Maleficent.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.