Conjured Novels & Stories

I called softly, not wanting to startle her. She lowered her gaze, her eyes like pools of twilight. “Mother. The air… it hums with anticipation.” “The Confluence,” I stated. She nodded, a subtle shift in her posture. “They say it pulls at the soul, drawing one to their destined other. A binding, unbreakable.” “Are you worried?”

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.

she said "Conjuring: This has to do with bringing forth a particular thing out of nothing, conjurers could be considered as the creators because they create things. In times past, conjurers could be seen in broken and desolate lands as they could bring forth life even in the deepest form of darkness. Conjuring is only the beginning stage of a witch, Conjurers had to be at the crimson stage before taking a step to move out to battles, in time past, conjurers could be seen all over the continent as it was not something that it could cause men attraction for. Manipulating: This is another stage of a witch, manipulators deal with controlling the mind. Manipulators have a way of controlling your

Leaning in after a moment, he pressed his forehead to hers as his hands continued their careful petting. Now that he was looking for it, he could feel the faint connection there. There was no obvious feeling, no specific emotion attached, just a faint feeling of connection to the beautiful creature. She seemed perfectly relaxed under his fingertips as though knowing she could trust him to look after her. Eician wondered if this had been the same thing that happened with Stew but hadn’t noticed. It was a faint, soft feeling he had only found when he was looking for it. “So, it looks like it was theory three,” a gentle voice pulled him from his trance-like state and he looked up to see Skye wa

Slowly, Thea's magic wove a bridge between the physical world and the ethereal realm. As the incantation reached its crescendo, the room was filled with a haunting chorus of distant cries. The anguished voices of Faith and Kendrick's children echoed through the air, their desperation and fear resonating in every corner of the room. Thea's power drew upon their emotions, their connection, to fuel her spell.

A single word that appears to deplete me yet is by all accounts impulse in that it has me altogether. I lift my spear and toss it with accuracy. Momentarily it penetrates two of the Shifters, and a terrible cry consumes the air. I'm nearly frozen from the chills that sound sends through my body. It is the call of torment, of sorrow... of unadulterated dread. I should areas of strength for remain. I can't let this influence me.

Everything disappeared, time stood still, the tangles and spark floating around the cluster, tangling through my skin, it pulled and dragged like a magnet towards mental, leaving only a defenceless body. I stood still, with those eyes on mine. The feeling made me afraid, it was unreal. Shaking my head rapidly, I tried desperately to regain my wits. Silence dragged for what seemed like hours, I stood there unsure, not really thinking but just breathing, I had no idea where I was, if I was dead it was still unproven. He stood staring with those cold eyes, I looked away unsure.

I quickly pick up the document and read through it. Cara Rufus will at no point in time see or have any relationship with Liam Johnson. I skip to the repercussions of going against the contract and once I see how grievous the consequences were, I wail even harder. Why would Mr Ace go as far as breaking alliance with the Mr Johnson and making him pay such huge amount of money for damages? Do you want this grievous punishment for yourself ? And think about how this can affect Liam’s life.

Red. Her brows furrowed at the text. Watching it as if it was a lump thrown from outer space, she didn't realise when he came out of bathroom, already ready, wearing formals. He recognized the glimpse of distress on her features, reflecting in his own furrow of brows. He came closer, briskly taking his phone that she was watching like a volcano, seeing as their eyes connected, her worried, his curious.

Mate. The word reverberated in every ounce of Chloe’s being. Every synapse, every cell, every ounce of her body seemed to light up and sing the word like it was the only thing she knew and understood. Even the golden wolf locked in her mind had joined in the chorus until Chloe’s ears felt like they were ringing from the calamity within her.