Merlin Witchfinder Novels & Stories

Her breath further calmed her and for a moment her worries felt smaller, and her heart rate slowed. "Tell me what it is you think my mother forgot to inform me about William." William placed his teacup down and readjusted his potion on his armchair. It matched the one Ivy sat on. He entwined his fingers and placed his fore arms on his thighs. "You've heard about the Melas isles witch trail? The ones that ended in 1693 officially, but deeper research proves they ran until the 1700s.?"

Her words echoed in my mind, each one twisting deeper into my heart. She’s right.I thought of all the times I could have left, all the chances I had to walk away, but I was too selfish, too caught up in her beauty, in the life we could have had. I didn’t listen. And now, Seraphina is dead. Elysia’s hands trembled as she raised them, a dark aura swirling around her fingers. I felt my wolf stir, but before I could do anything, the magic hit me like a wall, knocking me to my knees.“No...” I gasped, trying to shift, to let my wolf take over, but the spell was too strong.

It wasn't because her hair. Witches were able to detect who was human and who wasn't by the aura that surrounded them. As the man's gaze lingered on her, Miranda realized that the "Alpha Male" her friend had described him might not be human after all. The way he stared at her made her feel as though he knew what she was. Miranda's unease grew. This is not good.

One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision. Yep, all it took was one stupid decision and my wolf was gone. I kept crossing my fingers that there was a chance she might come back—that she was still somewhere deep within me, stagnant, in a coma, just needing a little shove to wake up. That's why I went to see a witch on a regular basis. That was my other secret.

It projected a moving image of two people, Tristan and Anne. It was that time when he revealed his special ability to Anne. "Didn't see that coming," stunned, the Witch made her remark. "How was that possible, Teacher?" eyes wide open, Sherfy asked. The dragonfly emerged from the mirror and fixated itself on the surface of Serina's emerald brooch, which is clipped on the cloth on her chest. With that, it appears to have lost its life and completely turned into an embossed decoration to the gem. "How about we ask him directly?" she answered with a smirk.

He grits his teeth as blood leaks from the corner of his lips. “He needs a doctor—-Sean!” “No. No Doctors. This is a curse we need a—” I grit my teeth in hatred. “We need a witch.” I spin to look at the witch behind me. Shocked by what I see. Her hair and eyes are both white as she stares at my father. “Minerva?” I look at Xavier, confused. He stands up slowly and just looks at her. “What? Who is Minerva?” I ask, confused. “El!” He calls as he runs up to her and grabs her. “Elina wake up!”

She looked at me and her voice was quiet. "Lucian." " Yes." "I have been thinking." "About what?" "About the witch. About what she said. About the others." I crossed the room and sat beside her and took her hand. "What about them?" I asked. "I think I know who they are." I went still and my blood went cold. "Who?" "The hunters. The ones who have been tracking me. The ones who have been looking for me since I left Salem." "How do you know?" "Because they found me before. When I was running. When I was hiding. They were always there. Always watching. Always waiting."

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

I hope nothing bad happened in these past few days. “I miss you, my child,” I said to myself. I was thinking about my child when I heard someone’s footsteps. “I see that you are still alive.” I raised my head and looked at the wolf of talked. It was Merlin, the evil witch. “What do you want?” I asked while glaring at her. “Nothing important. I want to see your pitiful look. You look disgusting,” She snarled. “How about you? You look dead” I smirked, but it was true. She looked like someone who was brought back from the dead. She looked so tired and pitiful. At first glance, you can say that she looks like a crazy old woman.

Merlin turned towards the voice, but not before muttering to Zeke under her breath, "Don't shift until I say" Zeke hid his surprise as he looked toward the embankment, keeping his expression neutral as the boat bumped against the pier and stilled. He moved to Merlin and helped her out of the boat, keeping his hand on her back. She started walking towards the three figures at the end of the pier, leaving him with no choice but to follow her. "What do you want?", Merlin asked, coming to stop three feet or so from the necromancer and his witches. "I want only what is mine"