روايات وقصص ضمن Court Mage

he said in realisation. I am a darkling playing a mage.

Marku uttered with his eyes wide open. She almost burst into laughter. She couldn't agree with them right now. All she was aware of, she was their Majesty's Mate but should not be presented to the pqck unless she possessed the abilities that a Majesty's mate must. “Don’t be shy, Your Majesty! Show us your power! I am ready to be blown away if that is a wind!” She faced them. She walked forward. She closed her eyes and revealed her beautiful palm. The letter M inside both in her palms was about to make fun of her.

She's holding a candle, and to my insanity, he lights up her candle with his eyes. Oh, dear goddess… My squirming starts again but it's futile. There's no way I can free myself and escape these demons. Not without Amber. And sadly, I don't feel her presence anymore. "There are rules to this, Richard. And there are consequences if you do break any," The Mage says, coming to stand between the both of us. But she's facing Richard and her ancient - tattooed back was to me. He nods but doesn't stop muttering whatever it was. His gaze is intently fixed on her and it increases the horror in them.

Chapter 18 POV: Lamina Darkwood “Luna Lamina, Elder Courdamus is here.” The guard outside the study room announced. From the paper she was looking at, her gaze moved towards the closed door. “Let him in,” she coldly answered and instantly put the papers inside her table’s drawer. The door banged open, and an old man entered. He was Elder Courdamus, one of the members of the Were Elders Council and the eldest wolf in their pack.

“After I’ve already been blinded by you shiny castle.” She chuckles, “ It’s a security mechanism; disorient your enemies before they reach you.” Yeah, your enemies and unsuspecting guests… What the hell?! My vision returns a bit, only blurry at the edges, by the time the carriage slows down. The carriage rolls to a stop near the huge entrance steps. A man already waits outside. He’s tall, elderly and immaculately dressed. Well…. as immaculately dressed as you can be in desert clothes. “The royal butler,” Zahra murmurs before stepping out.

Within the Falcone family, the capo's position was second only to the underboss. "What happened?" His voice was deep and authoritative, with a heavy Itarroan accent. Galvan immediately ran to him as if seeing a savior. "Mr. Mario!" He pointed at Reuben and me. "These two conspired to frame me! And Reuben injured my men in the company! You must get justice for me!" 'Mario will help me; I still have a place here,' he thought. Mario frowned at us. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. "Wait."

“Lunch has been served.” “Welcome home, Master!” Said behind her, and my eyes were drawn to a figure behind her. Tall and broad-shouldered, with hair the color of ink and eyes as yellow as the sun, stood a man who had the same otherworldly appearance that Ani and Nyx had. Even doing something as mundane as flipping pancakes – his movements so graceful, they were almost hypnotic – and humming softly, couldn’t take away the strength and control in his every muscle. And dressed in nothing but a white apron!

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the great hall of the Crimson Citadel. Within its stone walls, a storm of judgment brewed. Rows of vampires, nobles and elders alike, filled the arched chamber, their crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation and disdain. At the head of the hall sat the council of judgment—King Draven, with his dark crown of thorns, Queen Aurora beside him in regal silver, and five ancient elders robed in twilight silk.

Every detail of his attire spoke of tradition, legacy, and the weight of responsibility that came with leading a kingdom. Soft music continued to serenade us as I approached Liam. He extended his hand, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "You look beyond breathtaking, Daliah," he whispered, his voice a melodic undercurrent in the enchanting garden. The ancient and revered ceremonialist, a mage known throughout the realm for his wisdom and mastery of magic, approached the forefront. His robe, a celestial tapestry of deep indigo and shimmering silver threads, flowed with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The robe bore symbols and sigils representing the intricate weave of time and t

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne