Merlin Trollhunters Novels & Stories

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

He glares down at me with the same look in his eyes since I got here, and I can’t help but wonder why. He moved to crouch in front of me but before he did, he was thrown back harshly, landing against the wall with a loud thud and I look up wide-eyed at my own mate, Hunter. He has his hand stretched out and everyone gasps in either shock or disbelief as a golden yellow glow enveloped his hand as he threw the white-haired sorcerer off me almost as easily like breathing. Not just that, the glow surrounding his hands has rune symbols glowing around it. His eyes glowed bright shimmering gold and I also noticed that the suppressing magical force on my arms and legs suddenly disappeared.

The forest fell behind us, and we followed the path to the bridge and mill, and Isyl threw a carrot to the troll that dwelt beneath. “An actual troll,” Rivyn murmured. “That would explain your assumption that every bridge would house one.” “I know that not every bridge has a troll, but it is always better to assume there is one, than to risk insulting one,” I pointed out. “Not an issue Rivyn would have encountered,” Isyl replied. “He is more accustomed to receiving tribute, than to giving it.” “True,” Rivyn agreed.

He flew to the leader of the stermons, and said; “I will go to Olivia and I will call your clan if she needs reinforcements.” The stermons is a clan, living on the outskirts near the city of hell. The clan lives around a big tree in the middle of the forest, named The Death Tree. The clan had a huge favor that they need to repay for a millennium. It all started on the day of Prince Merlin’s birth. Merlin spent a decade in his mother’s womb and came out of her mother’s body when the war began. It was a war that made history in Hell.

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.

I definitely couldn't portal back to our world yet, but I could now summon one of the demons if I needed to. I caught sight of Hunter leaving Tamner's hut, his expression dark enough that I didn't want to bother him as he walked out towards the edge of the village. Instead, I reached out along the family web of Talent in my mind, to see how far he was going, when something else caught my attention. I could feel Hunter. Tessa and Anissa were over by the warrior's fire, but there was a forth. Miles away, on the very edge of what I could currently sense. I stood, turning toward it. I didn't recognize the flare, but it was, undoubtedly, another Summoner.

“Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?” “That’s canceled, Bran,” I teased, talking about the TV show. “C’mon, there’s no portal to hell in the Manor, or haven’t you met the Blotters? Do they seem demonic to you?” “Yeah, you’re right. But it can’t be a coincidence.” “Agree. Let’s check with Amy.” He raised a finger and I waited until he readied his camcorder to call the medium. “It’s a triad,” she said as soon as we finished explaining the situation to her. “Makes sense. And bet that if you connect the spots of the coordinates, they’ll form a six-point star on the land.”

She smiled, “That would be great.” We walked to the kitchen, so that I could finish supper, when I saw another group of dark warlocks outside, trying to see in. I launched daggers at them and they all dropped. Lori asked, “How do you do that?” I laughed, “I have a bunch of daggers and spears premade so that I can do that. I tell the weapons where to stab them, and they do it.” She smiled, “That is such an amazing ability. I bet it has come in handy. I smiled, “It has. They are made of ice, but they don’t melt until I use them. Then they melt immediately. They are invisible to the enemy, but I have a spell on them that will make them melt immediately if anyone but me touches them or hands the

Now think, is it worth it to go anywhere from here? "Won't they find me here?" Something I very much doubt that for such it will be a problem. And in general, explain who "they" are? “They” are mercenaries. Three werewolves and they don't care about you, me, or anyone. They have an order and they fulfill it. - Who is the customer? - Alpha Onyx, - I nodded, although I did not understand anything and there was a mess in my head from the information received. - Why do they need this artifact, if you say that it is tied to the blood of the Ambers?

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.