Troll Hunter Merlin Novels & Stories

Merlin grunts, “Emmaline, and Noemi are working together?” Merlin growls as she nods, “She still trying to raise the bastard?” She nods, “She found the scroll.” He pales, his eyes flickering back and forth as he processes this information. “Mer, you should just let me die. What I have done here is unforgivable.” He shakes his head, “No, Claire.” She puts a hand on his on the edge of the bed,

If he messed up, it meant thousands dead, but he wasn't keen to discourage Merlin as he appeared even more enthusiastic now that he was more proficient with the AI module. The man was a hunter who had just mastered marksmanship, and he was now keen to find more targets so he could further improve. It was therefore fortunate that Merlin was only tasked with finding dead soldier bases and not what to do with them, so Charlie didn't bother to stop him.

Klaus spat some blood and glared at Erik. Hearing countless whimpers and some howling made Merlin come to her senses. She survived the attack on Tia but was severely injured. Struggling to stand up, Merlin leaned on trees to make herself stand up. Merlin's body was full of blood, and worrying about her mate was the only thing in her mind. She held onto trees to help her walk, dragging her right leg while walking. Klaus saw Merlin at the back of the warriors, catching her breath and leaning onto a tree for support. Klaus laughed again at Erik, then glanced at Tia. He laughed so hard that the werewolves thought of him as a crazy rogue.

I pushed up to my toes, pressed my lips to his scaled face. He reached down, grabbed my hand. He slapped his open palm to mine. Glared up at Finn. "Ever." Ari snorted. "Thank you for that moment to process, garinion." I smiled. "Sure, Ari. What's your news?" She rearranged her face into a brighter expression. "Well, good news first. Merlin is still safely stuck in his tomb. It will take more than Patrick has available to raise him." "Even if he has Matilda Matheson as a supernatural battery?" Finn asked.

I leaned against the cold stone wall, sinking into a hollow stupor for a long while. Just then, two servants passed by the dungeon door. Their hushed whispers drifted in, every word cutting deep into my ears. “Isolde’s cursed puppet craft is dreadfully perilous. She hunted and drained countless lesser merfolk for pearl curse powder, merely to gather enough ritual materials.” “Indeed. Once the puppet is complete, it will crush all rebels within the vampire clan, and drain this mermaid’s last breath entirely. Lowly foreign creatures are born to be offerings for our master’s sorcery.”

24 – A SIGN Renan Folder The forest winds carried a mix of scents—the familiar pine and the metallic tang of blood. My body stayed alert to everything while I hunted, but my mind was the real traitor. It always came back to a single name: Meridian. Rage burned in my chest at the memory of the Kingdom of Umbra. At the memory of what they turned her into. Those damned mages didn’t just take one of ours; they stole an essential piece of me—only she never knew. There wasn’t time. All I have left now is this emptiness that echoes through these silent nights.

"I can't. I want to, believe me, but I can't." "Did they tell you the cargo we're suppose to retrieve is a Taken?" He dropped his eyes back to his food and nodded. "And you're not bothered by that?" "It's not my place to question it," he said, raising the bowl to his chin to shovel it in faster. "It's my brother Burney. It's Nick." He lowered his bowl to his lap. "How do you know?" "Aaron." "He shouldn't have told you." "I know." "Does Lillith know?"

Demetrius had this gleam in his eyes, knowing that she was asking questions that she didn't want to know the answers to, that maybe Arianna shouldn't if she wanted to have any restraint. Demetrius' eyes darkened for a split second before he said, "Thousands of years ago, Merlin was a powerful witch that was part of a coven named, 'The Seniorem Coven'. Merlin made an immortality elixir for him and his fiancée who was apparently a wolf to drink so they could be together for eternity. It turned out to be a trick when Merlin drank the elixir with Amara the wolf, which made him the first MONGREL, the wolf and the witch. Merlin' plan to live forever with Amara hit the fan when a vampire named Adon

His power didn't cross international waters, but within the domestic borders, Merlin Reynolds had the absolute authority to elevate a rogue wolf from the dirt to nationwide supremacy. A blood debt from the Director, I thought, keeping my face completely unreadable. There was a hidden prize in this tournament that he was trying to hide from me. Not wanting to force my wolf into a corner where I might shift and attack, Merlin waved his hand to dismiss me. “Don't give me a rushed answer that results in your demise. Return to your den and calculate the benefits of my offer.” I rose from the chair, exiting his office into the dimly lit corridor. My head was spinning with fury and corporate pack p

, he growled at her before stalking towards a nearby tree and dragging on a pair of shorts. Crimson heat flooded her face and Merlin hastily looked away, only to see Sandrine standing beside her with arms folded and a smirk on her face. "Never seen one before?", she asked, amusement clearly visible on her face. "Maybe I can help with that", said a young man, coming to stand beside the blonde. He had brown eyes and hair and was clad only in training shorts and a lopsided grin that looked like it could be permanently plastered on his face. He introduced himself as Logan while laughing along with Sandrine, his eyes roaming lustfully over Merlin. They were taunting her but right now she didn't