Ancient Magus Bride Light Novel Novels & Stories

All of that for information he already knew. "Yeah, I know," he said a bit curtly. "That's why I need help locating her." "She cannot be located unless the masked spell breaks. It is the most powerful thing I have seen in more than fifty years. And a magic this potent, could only have been prepared by an ancient mage," "I thought they were all dead," "Anyone can make an age preservation spell or age defying one, which is deceptive not just to the physical body and spirit but to death itself,"

It was intoxicating, unlike anything he had ever experienced. Solas’s heart pounded in his chest as the door to his chamber slowly creaked open. The light from the moon illuminated the entrance, casting a soft glow on the figure standing in the doorway. He felt a surge of excitement, his curiosity piqued by the enigma that was his final bride.

Sliding up the side of the shack as he cradled his pained shoulder. “More fine, now.” Magus had stepped back from the structure, facing it as he crossed his forearms before him. He slowly unfolded them. Leaving what looked like a green rainbow in their wake. Brighter lights glimmering from his fingertips as he curved them in his concentration. His face written with tension and his lips murmuring as he whispered words too low for even my wolf ears to catch. Then he sent out a streaming green light from each hand, which wrapped around the base of the shack in both directions.

The light consumes us and I cannot stop my shout of fulfillment. I can go to Earth's realm and fuck as many females as I want, but this never happens. Only with a bride can I share this special gift. The light puts us on a different plain. The energy ripples against our skin and within our bodies. This is what I miss most in the years after my bride passes. It's not the actual fucking but the after effect of the magic. There is nothing more beautiful than a bride bathed in my blue light. And this bride is the most beautiful of them all.

“No,” said Ilyria, “It’s a mistake. You must be wrong.” The ascetic shook her head. “Think about it, Ilyria. You will know the truth yourself.” Ilyria remembered the Princess’s enchantment. Walking along the cold cave, dripping with condensation, the markings hewn into the walks gleaming with ancient silver, the story that could only be understood when looking away from the sigils, and at the center, two beings. A Magos and a Lightning Bird.

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Her fingers gently traced the surface of a peculiar crystal orb, a relic said to hold the wisdom of the ages. “Elder Magnus,” she greeted with a knowing smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” Magnus bowed respectfully. “Elder Seraphina, I have uncovered something of great importance, something that pertains to the very essence of our coven’s magic.” Seraphina’s cerulean eyes sparkled with curiosity. She knew that when Magnus spoke with such earnestness, it was a matter of profound significance. “Please, share your findings.” Taking a deep breath, Magnus began to recount his discovery regarding the stone of Utah and how its magical resonance might hold the key to breaking th

"Wait, that bitch was one of them? No wonder why I hated her so much," Fang said after Alice was done explaining. "Yes." Alice nodded. "And you, where the hell do you get off calling my sister your mate?" Rydstorm glared at Fang. Alice moved before Fang. "Brother, let me explain. Nita was the one to cast the spell on Fang. Remember, it happened the day she arrived? They both recognised each other as mates, but he hated her and that was when the "secret" of the spell was conveniently revealed to us. At that time I was too young for him to recognise me, and vice versa, but now that she is dead, the spell is broken."

We pressed our bleeding palms together. A jolt of energy shot through me like lightning. My knees buckled. Our bond sparked—electric, ancient, alive. I could feel his soul brushing against mine, demanding entry, marking me. My wolf howled. A golden thread of light burst from our joined hands, curling up and around us like smoke, binding us in front of the pack. The crowd erupted in howls—some joyous, others… bitter. “Your bond is sealed,” the Elder announced. “Mate to mate. Alpha to Luna.”

Rodger shifted halfway into his wolf form with his bones cracking loud enough to echo. But it wasn't the Council who came through the broken window. A man stepped onto the ledge dressed in black tactical gear with a silver crossbow leveled at my heart, and I recognized him immediately. Lucien Varick, the groom Rhea was supposed to marry. "Get away from my wife," Lucien said. I laughed, dark and sharp. "She's not your wife yet, and she's currently covered in Blackwood oil, so she belongs to us." Lucien didn't flinch, and he looked at Rhea struggling under the net with her skin still flushed from the ritual. "Actually, I didn't come to save her; I came to collect the dowry."