Merlin Witchfinder Novels & Stories

“Or maybe you're not who you pretend to be.” I sipped the tea, keeping my face as blank as a blank check. “Can’t a girl get nearly murdered in peace?” Merlin stood and walked to the table, lighting a candle. The flame turned blue. “Is that supposed to impress me?” I asked. She whispered something under her breath. The flame twisted—morphing into the shape of a wolf, howling into nothing. I blinked. “Okay. Mildly impressive. Still not calling you a witch, though.”

“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.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

They walked out if the car to the second house away from where the car was parked ked. One..two. one..two.. three Thanatos worked a pattern knock he remembered with the skull brass knocker above the sign. Psychic Reading 9 - 5 In funny looking letters. "A psychic, seriously?" "She is more of a witch than psychic. She is one of the Immortal descendants of Merlin. Her magic is very powerful.."

"Perhaps Cylester is right Sebastian. Rosy said that we could trust him and what he says. There is no way he could lie to us knowing that we could kill him at any given moment." Sebastian huffs crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance. "You say a witch named Mericel has them? Do you know where?" Conner questions. I shook my head." Unfortunately I am not sure but I have an idea of where she could have them. Mericel is the strongest dark witch alive, surpassing my dear Rue by just a little. She is known for being the first to create an enchanted forest known to trap beings that can never escape." Conner nods humming and lets go of a now calm Sebastian. "Perhaps this is why we felt the bon

Merlin says turning one over in his hand, Connor tips an imaginary hat. “I specialise in glamours, but I am a Totem-Witch at heart. I can make any number of things.” He looks to Ash and Kai, “And we all need to hear her voice again.” Connor sniffs and Serena puts a hand on his shoulder. He nods and Merlin takes one of them and puts it in a pocket,

But all I felt was a desperate, clawing hope. “How do I find her? The witch?” I asked, the question tearing from me. Agatha flooded into action, standing with a speed that belied her age. She moved to an old shelf and pulled down a rolled, yellowed hand-map. “Like I said, you must journey to the Seven Mountains,” she said, thrusting the map into my hands. “This map is old, but the mountains do not move. At the peak of the seventh mountain, where the clouds tear like cloth, there is a place called the Weaver’s Hollow. A witch lives there. The one they call Morwen. She is the one who trades in fates and stolen wolves. She is the one who must undo what she did.”

I was tired of being alone, tired of fighting myself, tired of fighting for the one's I loved and tired of making people forget about me, it was so painful to be not able to say hello to the person you spent happy memories with, if you ever bumped into them. He sat next to me maybe he could feel my pain so he simply spoke "I don't know why but I think just the way I can't read your mind maybe the same way, your magic can not work on me. You see there are other witches and wizards whose mind I can read, it's only yours I can't. Your magic worked fine on my family, they don't remember you but it didn't work on me. I felt something stop, something push me away, my mind went blank for a moment b

Elegantly dressed in deep blue robes, he steps around the desk. “How can I help?” He questions. His voice was deep and soothing, and his greying hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, kept there by a rope. “The King wishes for you to activate the witch’s amulet and send this girl to her own world with it to be destroyed there.” The Wizard’s expression becomes alerted to the words and steps closer to me. This was the first time someone had approached me where I felt no fear, I just didn’t know why.

“Isn’t it time for you to stop acting already, Merlin? I know the backlash of the spell you used to impersonate the bond and Lina’s face is not that terrible. Painful, but not deadly.” Hearing that his act was not useful anymore, the warlock, Merlin, finally stopped twitching and playing dead. In a blink of an eye, he appeared next to Talia, earning a mouthful of gasps from the wolves who were watching, especially for six alphas who were like ants on a sizzling pan. “Gutiumha!” Merlin stretched his hand to capture Talia’s small frame along with his binding spell. His eyes gleamed with malicious intention after facing the little girl whom he thought to be dead during the extermination of the