Merlina Novels & Stories

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

But, in reality, it had been nothing more than a dull croak that even her attackers would have had trouble hearing if they had not been close enough to feel her terrified fast breathing on their covered faces. To say that she went quietly would have been a lie. She tried as hard as she could to fight them off, but the fact of the matter was she was but one woman and there were too many attackers for her too handle. It would come as no relief to her as she did not even know the woman, but Alice Cuthbert would have lost a fight with these odds too and she was David’s best warrior.

“You answer the questions, and maybe your death will be quick instead of slow. That is all we are offering.” Elena looked between us, seeing no mercy, no escape. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Her name is Morgana,” she whispered. “Morgana the Black. She is a witch who serves the Council of Alphas.” “What Council?” I demanded. “There is no official Council in this region.”

Morgana said, grinning. “I’m so proud of you for slapping her that hard,” she chuckled. I didn’t reply. Morgana always supported anything bad that happened to Celyn and her minions. My attention shifted back to the girl on the floor. I reached out my hand to help her up. When she looked up and took my hand, I froze. It was Eliana. One of Celyn’s minions. The one who had gone broke. How cruel could Celyn be? To turn against her own friend when she needed help the most and humiliate her in front of everyone.

Harold sat down beside his wife. Edmund looked at the fire for a moment. Then he looked at Lillith. "The girl," he said. "The new maid. Sera Daniels." Lillith's expression didn't change but something in her eyes shifted. Aiden saw it but said nothing. "That's not her name," Edmund said. "Her name is Melina Voss. She's twenty years old. She came to this estate with a fabricated identity and a plan she's been building for months." He paused. "And her father was Cain Voss."

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

A hiss, soft yet cutting, like silk tearing. A voice followed, cool and amused. “Still fighting it, little dove? You’ll tear yourself apart.” Serenya’s breath caught. The mist thickened in the valley, curling around stone and wolf alike. And from the haze stepped a woman cloaked in black silk, her raven-dark hair gleaming as though the moon itself bent to her. Emerald eyes pierced the glow of Serenya’s mark. Lady Maelis Orvenne. The battlefield stilled. Even Eryndor slowed, his lip curling as though the taste of her presence soured him.

But he wasn’t alone. A tall, slender woman trailed at his side, her arm looped through his, with a proud smile on her lips that seemed almost unnatural. Morgana. Even her name carried weight—a whisper from a bitter past. She was dressed in deep crimson robes that clung to her frame, standing out sharply against the dark stone of the hall. Aveline’s heart sank, the color like a scar on the once familiar world she knew.

Alexis was standing in the Terminus looking at the Departure Board and frowning, ‘Why the fuck does she want to go to Cornwall? He wondered out loud turning to Morgana, ‘Alexis, do you not know your history of England? Have you never heard of King Arthur and the Great Warlock Merlin?’ Alexis shook his head smiling, ‘Are you going to give me a history lesson now Morgana?’ He chuckled and she frowned back at him not amused,

Amelia,was about to cross blades with Morgana, the red-haired first mate of Drago's crew. Amelia, with her kind heart and unmatched skills, stood tall, her eyes flashing with determination. She wore a resolute look as she brandished her gleaming cutlass, the moonlight reflecting off its polished surface. Even in the heart of battle, she held an air of regal grace, a testament to her royal lineage.