Merlin Witchfinder Novels & Stories

They were the same liquid silver as mine when my power manifested. She looked from the ravaged room to the grimoire in my hands, and her ancient face crumpled with a grief so profound it was a physical presence in the room. “He was here,” she said, her voice like the rustling of dead leaves. “The Defiler. He seeks the Key of Morvana.” Her silver eyes, full of a bottomless sorrow, locked onto mine. “He thinks it is an object. He is wrong.” She took a step forward, the silver knife glinting.

He nodded his head in an appealing manner. “Fuck! Alright, as long as you are not leaving this pack then no problem,” Axel said giving up. “Thank you,“ I said before placing a peck on his cheeks in an appreciative manner. “So, Tiffany, What can you remember,” Jackob asked in a serious manner and I started to spill everything I could remember. “I think I know that place, it's sounding familiar to Grimwood cottage, where the white witch lives,” Jackob said, a smug look on his face.

Even knowing it was all impossible, I had to shamefully admit: I was hopelessly, completely in love with that wolf. I sniffled and wiped away my tears. If I couldn't forget him, then I would just have to find another way to fill the void. The moment I sold the last batch of potions for the season and got the gold coins, I reactivated the black market trading crystal. My finger swiped across the screen, finally stopping on a werewolf product with the ID "07." Silver hair, gray eyes. His bloodline wasn't as pure as Bruce's, and his build wasn't as perfect.

he asked in a deliberately ominous fashion. The leader gulped and nodded, then winced as that caused his neck to scrape against the blade. He pulled back as far as he could and cleared his throat. “We have been instructed to find Sir Walstone’s escaped Seer. The little witch ran away, and he only desires her return. We’re not here to make war this day, Highlander.” “You are doomed to fail in your mission.” He glared down at the leader. “We will not be relinquishing her to him. I have seen her back.”

I want to tell you about Maren. We were twenty-three when we met. She was already brilliant and I was already running, and for three years we were the kind of friends that distance cannot unmake. She was not always what she became. I need you to know that. She was not always afraid of what we are. She had a mate. His name was Davin. He was a wolf witch — the last male of the bloodline, which made him rarer than me, rarer than you. The Council found him before she could protect him. She was not powerful enough then. She was not positioned enough. She watched them take him and she could not stop it and it broke something in her that healed wrong — the way bones sometimes do, setting crooked, h

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

Alpha Sebastian "Why is the newcomer talking to the witches?", i turn to my Beta, Thomas, as my eyes find her easily inside the big crowd. It's like my vision searches for her silhouette by default. Her brown hair flows freely on her shoulders as she bounces at the nearest candy stand, followed by her son Hektor and three more boys, i only assume are her sons too. She is talking vividly with Ethel, Rachel and Rosalind, three of the five witches from the Blue Moon Clan. Even amongst all that noise, i can hear her distinctive laughter. My chest is getting tight again, my head is lightly throbbing and my breath is growing heavy. What is wrong with me? What is this power this woman has on me and

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

“But are you sure a witch can help us reach Willow?” “Yes,” Ulric answered. “A witch can shape the path. She can hold Calla's mind in place while she reaches out. She can protect the link.” My heart began to pound again. “The question is how do we find one?” Lucien bit one end of his lips. “We must ask Marla. She and Fenris knew too much about the outside world. She would know.” “But Marla lies. She can feed us lies that would cost us.” Fenric stepped forward.

"Scouts! Visit the other werewolves outside our village and warn them too. Make sure that there is not a single trace when you leave the human world, don't let the werewolf hunter follow you while going back to our village or better yet, hide for the time being before coming back here..." "Elders and guardian Kitsune... Please guide the omega and pups to our village. You must not let them get outside of our village because it is too dangerous for them... And lastly, Kasper, the alpha leader. I'm going to give you a mission. Find and observe the werewolf hunter." "Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to fi