Finch Merlin and the Djinn’s Curse

Finch Merlin and the Djinn’s Curse is the 12th book in the Harley Merlin Series by author Bella Forrest. Finch must find out where Erebus must search, although how and why is still unclear. Some vengeful Necromancer is trying to defeat Erebus with a punch and he’s happy to deal extra damage to Finch.

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Harley Merlin 12
Finch Merlin and the jinns curse
Written by Bella Forrest
Narrated by Amanda ronconi
Chapter one
Finch
Cold feet into my skin like I downed liquid nitrogen
Everything felt numb
Avast white landscape of ice and snow stretch before me
Interrupted by fractures that reveal too dark
Impossibly deep ocean beneath
I floated above it all half dreaming half awake
The lines of reality blurred through the bluish Haze that burned my eyes and steered into the back of my retina
My body
My real body not this Casper reboot
With somewhere else
You can remember where I put it
It invaded my mind
Just Out Of Reach
Wherever it was my body sketch these sites and put names to important landmarks
If I really concentrated
I could sense a hand trembling over a page way off in The Ether of
That other place
My hand
Though it felt like it belongs to someone else
I hung and limbo
Detached from my physical body yet still faintly linked
The terrain below was starkly beautiful
But she’ll dangerous
Like I could tumble out of the sky and fall into that frigid water
Never to be found
I need a break
Before my eyeballs blow
I plunged into my mind and reached for the blue-tinged strands that form to direct line to my body
I tugged on them
As if I were caver in trouble
Which wasn’t too far from the truth
A moment later
The IC World disappeared and I landed back where I’d started with a painful thumb
Blink a few times
To get rid of the lingering blue haze and weird sensation of spectral floating
Is all well mr. Marlin
I’m always behind me made me jump
Mary you’ve got to stop doing that
I yelled turning to face a familiar presence
You might not have to worry about having a coronary anymore but I’m still fair game
Speaking of spectral floating
Mary Foster hovered nearby and all her translucent Glory
Dressed in a high collar down complete with a cameo brooch or throat in about five strings of pearls
The whole 19th century shebang
She had been shot by a Winchester rifle and sought sanctuary in this house after her death
As Allowed by the woman who built the place
Sarah Winchester
Marywood admitted
But I got the feeling she likes scaring The Living Daylights out of me
I’d only been here a day and you’d already made a habit of it
Mary smiled
You were gone for a long while
I started to worry
I just needed a break no worrying required
Look at me I’m the picture of a okay
It made me uneasy leaving my body in this study room with the likes of Mary and the rest of her spooky Pals
Who could all come and go as they please
Bad walking through wall down to a fine art
And it made for some tense trips to the bathroom
Why do eyes glow when you go into that peculiar trans
She slipped in coming right up to my face and stealing the breath from my lungs
Another activity these Spooks just love to indulge in
I’m stopped outwardly screaming about 24 hours ago
AKA within the first 30 minutes of arriving
But the n-word screams were still in full forth
Staring into the dead eyes of a ghost would never be comfortable
Shrugged
It’s just part of a map drawing
Is it coming along as you desire
She stared down at the paper in front of me
Half of it was covered in the same lines markings and names as before
A partial road to Atlantis
The rest
My frustratingly blank
It’ll be more difficult without the oranges thing
Way under plated
He described it as trying to write an essay when tired without caffeine
But this
We like trying to write an essay while comatose or at the very least with half my brain leaking out of my head
So why not regrow some more of those screaming orange Willow shrubs right
Well
As it turned out
They were hard to get hold of
The chemist team from San Francisco and swipes the last rare cutting of wine to help me out
Via Ryan
But they destroyed there’s as per Ryan’s insistence in case they dabbled in some orange tasting and started
Wigging out
NHL wasn’t about to hand more over to me or he’d have done that before I left
I’m getting their slow and steady wins the race right
I broke out of my cramped headspace
She frowned
I’m not sure that can be correct
The swiftest has always been the Victor from the races I have witnessed
So instead he would only win if you were racing against someone who was slower and less coordinated than you are
Lucky for me this is a one-man race then
I said back in my chair and looked around the room
We took a few minutes to readjust after delving deep into that altered state
Melody and given me a study room for privacy
Privacy was a
Pretty loose term with a mansion full of spirits you didn’t give a damn about lock door is worth
Alone time
The sickly Greenwald
With a thick border of mahogany hadn’t gotten any prettier since the last time I took a break
If there a Winchester have been aiming for haunted vibes
She’s at the bullseye
How long have you been watching anyway
Jilted again as Mary’s face loomed over my shoulder
Every time she did that she took a good ten years off my life
I have decided to be your Sentinel during these time
One can never be too careful in the house like this
Not all Spirits here and are as amiable as myself
Mary replied in a clipped old-timey British American Hybrid accent that would have put Cary Grant
Same
I nodded
I guess it’s only natural to have a few angry Souls hanging around
Considering the nature of this place
Oh move in a few
Mary floated off to the far side of the room
The majority of us have softened over the decades
With a sanctuary to call home
But there are some who I fear will never relinquish their grudges upon the family whose rifle stole their lives
You never did tell me exactly how you ended up here
I said
She could have been older than 25
Not unless you’ve been using a dynamite skin cream before she died
She drifted to the Hefty desk where I’ve been working
Or the
Escritoire and she like to call it
A man had me mister Maryland
Well
He did more than hurt me
Voice sounded sad
And I made the hairs on the back of my neck freckle
I stare down into my lap
Feeling guilty for bringing up the subject
Ah
Was it your husband
I wasn’t sure why I jumped to that conclusion
Given the times you’d come from I just assumed she’d have been married
No
The wretch robbed me of any hope of marriage
He was a jealous Suitor
Who did not like that I cashed his affections aside for another
I went out walking with a man
Who might have been my husband
Money shot us both In Cold Blood
The Man With Me survive but I
You can say that I did not
She hovered back and forth
The spirit version of fidgeting
How come you haven’t crossed over
Is that it happened to me I’d have been off like a shot on a one-way ride to the afterlife
Laugh Softly
I suppose I’m not ready to depart this world
I have so much life left to live when I was matted
And I cannot quite surrender this existence
Even if I no longer walk in the real world
Being here is up
Compromise
Of sorts
If not a curse then to stay here
Goodness no
It is a gift

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