Bruja / Mago Novels & Stories

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.

I asked, "Did you not hear Selene when she introduced me?" Then a man with bright red hair and eyelashes scowled, "Enough, Adelina! Get back to your seat. You've made it very obvious that you are shameless and that this girl isn't just some common werewolf descendent. This girl is the one." Selene smiled and nodded, "You are correct, Magus. She is the one to continue uniting species where her mother stopped."

Dragon braves could turn into eastern dragons, gods of their own right, unlike their European counterparts, which were nothing more than fire-breathing lizard monsters. Lastly, Javier was a magic brave. I couldn’t pronounce the name of the goddess who chose him; she was an Aztec goddess of snakes, scorpions, and insects. Katie and Brock dreaded hearing Javier’s abilities. Though not members of the Blood Eagle Guild, Masaru and Hikaru were still commanders. They were braves of Raijin and Fujin, Japanese demon gods of thunder and wind. They were also champions of the Stormbringer Guild, the number one mercenary guild in this world. Well, they used to be after their failed march to Everlasting

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

As if my misfortune could not be greater, there was still a being of the darkness hunting us. "We believe this is the same magic that involved you when you were born." Blanca spoke again. "So we didn’t have to throw a bunch of virgins in your bed, we knew she was the one!" "Did you know because a fucking magic involved her when she was a baby? You guys are crazy!" I clapped my hands on the table. "This thing better stay away from my son." Nobody said anything, for a second I thought it was possible to hear a needle fall. Then Bri got up from the chair, not looking more shaken or weakened by using so much power. She was standing as if nothing had happened in the last few minutes.

“I like this position so what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to drink my blood? To nourish yourself? Your glamour will start to fade soon, you know.” “Fine, fine,” I huff, finally giving in. I lower my head to his neck and open my mouth to reveal my teeth that are growing by the second. I bury my fangs in him and start sucking gently. That’s our arrangement. I suck gently and he will allow me to drink his blood. And as a human mage, his blood will make me stronger, with vitality flowing through my body. It also means that my magic will get stronger. “Oh, Serra...”

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.

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

Maria stood her ground, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination as she faced Yolanda. The magicians, in unison with Maria, quickly conjured a protective barrier, encircling us and Neil within its safeguard. Yolanda's expression shifted to one of realization and frustration; she knew she was trapped, but her refusal to yield was palpable. The atmosphere thickened with tension and hostility as a dark, swirling smoke began to rise from Yolanda’s hands—her sinister magic preparing to strike.