Ouat Merlin Novels & Stories

“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

There you go, so intimidating. The soldiers gathered in a line and Merlin started, "The suspect, Med Lauren is in Peru but we do not know for how long will he be there or if he is even there. So, my handsome warriors, we prepare for the hunt. Because for all I gathered from my fellow leader, he is not alone. The stray werewolves are hunting humans in a pack and he is leading them." Merlin spoke and everyone got alert. I felt a little churning in my stomach with the anxiety but I stood straight in my place behind Merlin. He turned around and looked at all of us.

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,

Lifting his head, he sniffed the air before discarding his underwear and shifting. Merlin was standing on the balcony of her room, watching the rain clouds moving restlessly across the sky when she spotted the gray wolf emerge from the forest. Even from a distance, he was massive, his muscles rippling under his thick fur coat and his yellow eyes, distinctively bright in the semi-darkness of the impending storm. The longer she stared at him, the more she felt his eyes looking directly at her even though she was sure that couldn't be possible at this distance.

"A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require." Ari nodded. "Merlin was a wizard of some repute. He once aided kings before our times progressed beyond their system of rule. Legend says that he is the bastard child of a demon and noble woman. He's immensely powerful, able to shape-shift, change perceptions of reality, and control the elements." I looked up at my grandmother, my mouth hanging open. "And you think I can beat him by myself?"

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

“Ouchhh!” Daven muttered after he was hit by a tiny stone from somebody that was hiding behind the big rocks as he hanged out at the sea side with its strong impulse of water where he was standing. “Anybody there?!” he asked from the place where the stone came from and he wonder who would dare to hide behind those rocks where the impulse of water getting more stronger. Laughs! Of those beautiful mermaids hiding behind a large rocks that made him convinced that there are really somebody behind on it. When the burly young man tried to step closer to check, they immediately dived until they were drifting away into the depths of the sea.

“I want to see more from you.” Merlin, who was sitting atop railings, was not wearing his usual purple-colored robe. Instead, he was wearing a simple white button-up shirt and pants paired with house slippers. He looked pretty decent for Cent who was used to him wearing his tattered robe as if it was already his second skin.

though I knew by now it was really confusion. Orion sat in his wheelchair, aiming a small toy gun at a paper target: a truly awful drawing of something that resembled a sharp-toothed worm. He was missing every shot, but a huge grin lit up his face. I was starting to get used to Orion’s ridiculousness. He was unlike any mermaid I’d heard of. Merfolk were supposed to be regal. Enigmatic. Ethereal. Orion was... none of that. He was loud, silly, and utterly unbothered.

The werewolf reasoned with a strong conviction. A silly youngster mermaid swiftly glides at their middle, she proudly exhibits her orange fins and yellow scales, "Bulingaw should be blamed." Their eyes broaden while cocked a brow in surprise, the youngster mermaid continued, "He told Lord Martin about their love affair because he has a secret admiration for my aunt and he wants the werewolf out of her life. His comrade butterfly was seen peeking from the two in the secret side of the north river, she informed Bulingaw about it and his envy eyes pricked her yellowish powdery wings."