Ancient Magus Bride Light Novel Novels & Stories

“We will accept the spirit, Ditiori and the soul, Maga…Arcani spiritus, Ditiori et anima, Maga, accipient…Become the scroll of entrapping spirits…Erit magicae captandi spirituum.” The glooms swathed the lovers in repose. A gasp and sigh were heard. “Maga and Helia, I love you.” Was it Maga and Ditiori’s last breaths? Black dusts and shadows warped unto the scroll in the goat-head servant‘s hands. Maga and Ditiori laid no more on the frigid floor. They had left their baby sleeping peacefully, wrapped in their velour cloak. The incantation written in the arcane scroll had become red like it was written in blood with an image of a lily of the valley and grain had intertwined.

I said. Asa reached into the folder and pulled out a second document, older, the paper thick and yellowed and chopped in zigzag at the edges, covered in script I recognised as ancient pack text. “I went back to the original records of the curse. The ones from before your grandfather’s time.” He spread it on the table between us. “The curse was bound by blood. Ancient blood magic from the moon Goddess origin. The only thing that can break it is blood compatibility from a fated mate.” I looked at him.

King Aries reached out for my hand, pulling me closer to himself. "I declare that King Aries Dorian Leander and his bride, Raven Annette Declan, are bonded as one. May the moon goddess bless their union," the priest announced and everyone in attendance began to applaud us. Alpha Declan was nowhere in sight. He'd literally sent off his 'daughter' to the monsters. He'd probably decided that attending the wedding was a waste of time. I was grateful for that. Aries leaned closer to me until his lips were a hair's breadth away from my ear.

He was still trying to turn everyone against him! I didn’t realize I was visibly shaking from the anger coursing through my veins. My legs momentarily gave out and someone caught me around the waist. I heard the King’s voice far off. “What’s going on over there? Bruce? You like that maid? Then I shall give her to you as a gift!” What the hell? Just like that? I tried to open my eyes but for some reason, I couldn't. “Of course,” Bruce laughed, running his hand over the skin on my face. “Thank you, Alpha King. I like her very much! I hope she is still a virgin?”

NYRA The morning after Seraphel brought the precedents, I stood in the outer yard again. I did not go to the training yard. I went to the open space in front of the main gate, the first place I had stood when I arrived at the Blackstone Keep nine months ago, and I stood there in the early cold and thought about what Seraphel had said. Three documented cases. Three human brides who had been claimed by the final clause and instead been transformed. The Moon Goddess present. The bond found sufficient.

He pushed me to the very edge, his dark eyes never leaving my face, ensuring I was completely with him. The initial pain as he entered me was a sharp, fleeting sting, but as he finally filled the aching void, it was instantly swallowed by a blinding, explosive surge of ancient magic. The moment we were completely joined, the golden thread in my chest flared into a brilliant, unbreakable tether of pure light. Laurel threw her head back in my mind, howling a victorious, earth-shattering song that Ronan’s wolf immediately, fiercely answered. I arched my back into him, crying out his name as the sheer, overwhelming fullness and the relentless, driving friction anchored my soul completely.

Then another across his arm. I rushed forward. My blade intercepted Bran's next attack. Sparks flew. The gold surged brighter. Power raced through my veins. Bran snarled. "Your curse doesn't scare me." I met his gaze. "This isn't a curse." The gold exploded outward. "It's a blessing." Light erupted from my wrist – brighter, hotter, stronger than ever before. The cemetery vanished beneath a flood of gold. Headstones glowed. Shadows fled. Even the moon seemed dim beside it.

When she opened them again, there was a steely determination in her gaze. "The bond between mates is sacred, unbreakable. But dark magic can shroud its presence, deceive the senses," she explained. "This... Noah has tampered with something ancient and pure. The consequences could be dire." A cold dread settled in my stomach. "Is there a way to break this spell? To restore the bond?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The high priestess walked over to a shelf lined with ancient tomes and scrolls. She selected one, her fingers tracing over the worn leather cover before opening it. The pages whispered as she turned them, searching for something.

I gravely warned. Marianne wasn’t going to lose that easily. She ran to my mother. “Ma’am, you have the wrong bride. I am Marianne, the real daughter of Washington! She’s just adopted—not real blood. The contract stipulates that your son marries a Washington!” she crazily said. Mother moved back a bit, gauging the madwoman in front of her.

My erratic heartbeat took on a frantic rhythm as I unfolded the paper and read the words scrawled on it. ‘Keith, I am sorry for leaving without meeting you, Keith. But you had gone to interrogate Justin, and I didn’t know when you would return. I am going to meet the Grand Magus of Oleander’s Coven. Hopefully, she will agree to heal Kramen using magic. Grand Magus is different from Oleander. She has a deep prejudice against werewolves. So, I don’t know how long it will take me to convince her. However, I promise I will come back as soon as possible.