Bruja / Mago Novels & Stories

These leaders, imbued with the goddess's power, were tasked with maintaining order and protecting magic from the corruption that Salazan could unleash. However, Salazan craved the power that had been taken from him by the goddess. In an act of cunning and greed, he used the fragments of his remaining magic to create an ancient wolf named Prata. This creature was one of the goddess's most beautiful creations, its white fur glistening with a silvery sheen at the tips, reflecting the purity that still remained in its heart.

he snarled, fury radiating from him like a flame. "Stop it!" I shouted, my heart pounding at the sight. Luca and Braxton hurried to pull Aaron back, their hands struggling against his iron grip. "Please, Aaron!" I stepped forward, driven by instinct. I reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, allowing the bond we shared to flow between us, along with the wave of warm calm from my magic. His gaze softened beneath my touch, torn between fury and the primal instinct to protect.

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

Some were even doing all three at once. Disgust filled Dannie and she took a step back, the softness of the ground alerting her she was dangerously close to the edge. Recognition hit her. Deabru. These creatures were the deabru. They were the malignant counterpart to the wolf spirits. Whereas the wolves bound themselves to a human in a symbiotic joining that benefited both, the deabru were all parasite. They fed off a human’s soul and body until there was nothing left.

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

I was furious for Pru; no wonder she didn't like Greta. "She pocketed it the night that I was captured." Pru sighed as she stood up. "She pocketed what? What is a grimoire?" Matt seemed to be even more confused than she was before. "That's Pru's book of magic. It's passed down from witch to witch. The older a grimoire is, the more cherished and desired it is. It's like a family heirloom that can teach you about all sorts of magic." I answered, and I felt all eyes in the room fall onto me. A blush crept onto my cheeks. "Turns out Brigid is a quarter witch. She's one of our pack elders. She recently told me about her past and her true identity."

Everest Compared to the other two witches I’d met, Megandra seemed pretty normal. Though she wasn’t magic by blood, she was still practicing herbalism. She had shoulder length light brown hair and a square face. She was several inches taller than me, and she had big, round, dark blue eyes. She’d said ‘cursed one’ like it was just a simple thing, yet it had sent shivers down my spine. Curses were supposed to be a bad thing as far as I knew…The jaguar had come over to investigate us while we talked with Megandra and had startled me initially, but now I was affectionately scratching her ears while she purred loudly.

I feel tears on her cheek as I wrap my arms around her. “May I examine your side?” Dr. Kwen speaks softly. My mom moves in closer as well. I feel her shake her head in agreement. She moves forward, and I move to her other side, holding her hand. Kemira lifts her shirt, and we all see it. A red bruise along her side. “How?” I ask my mom. “He is using dark magic. I have to counter the spell with the other witches here to block all his access.” Mom tells us.

Liora gestures to a seat at her small, round kitchen table, and I settle into it as she sits across from me. “I know this sounds out of the blue,” I begin carefully, “but I’ve been seeing things. Visions. I’ve seen a woman, tall, black hair like ink, eyes the color of fresh blood. And recently, I saw her again, on the edge of my campus, in the real world. I think… I know she’s connected to something dark. Something old. And there was this drawing of a creature in a cave outside of town, where a coven used to practice magic. I think the creature is called a Lycan.”

“Wolfsbane, nightshade, silver, they can all weaken werewolves. There must be something that can weaken me too.” “When Astra gave me the bracelet she said it was a cursed object made from black magic but what if the iron also weakens me too?” There was a brief silence before Gabriel shook his head. “No. Not Iron.” Gabriel said as he picked up his phone. “What?!” Lori blurted out as she looked at Draco who looked equally confused. “Draco, we need a witch. Here now!” He finally looked up from his phone and Draco started moving. “On it.”