Dark Magician And Blue-eyes Fusion Novels & Stories

He said, chuckling when our little boy wrinkled his little nose. Then, stunning all of us, he opened his eyes and a soft sudden light surrounded his little body. It was a deep purple and pulsed like a heart beat as he blinked his eyes and looked at us. Showing everyone that his eyes weren’t a deep red like his father, but a bright amethyst like his mother. His Inner-Light then did something that I had never heard happen before. It rose up between Dorian and it, changing shape above our son while still staying connected to him. When the light stopped moving it revealed a small dragon with wings as long as our son's entire body. Those little wings flapped once before falling back and fading in

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She had been paying the price ever since, and yet, she would do it all over again for Calder in a heartbeat. "Regardless," Helia continued. "It seems that when she altered the ritual to pull the demon from the Prince into herself, the blood magic required an exchange of some kind. Energy transfers, and so it seems, part of her power transferred to him. And when she bound the demon, because they were engaged in a… more intimate… scenario, it bound the two of them together." Everyone was silent as they thought about what Helia was saying, but upon consideration, Astasha had to admit, it made sense. There was so much unknown about blood magic, just as there was even less known about sex magic,

I watch as her green eyes bleed into Tamisra's blue, and she gets up, walking over to Blair, who places her hands on her cheeks and closes her eyes. "I can't sense anything on your wolf; she shares your essence but no dark magic. I said last time you might not be able to find your mate, but you should be able to since your mate is identified by her. In some cases, a hybrid's other form is mated to the person, but it's a case-by-case basis," Blair says, walking over and starting to put away her jars

With those last words echoing through my ears, I watched helplessly as he turned to Selene and brushed the long tendrils of her hair away from her collarbone. Rage boiled me inside out as I watched him put his hand around her neck like a lover and lean in close to whisper something in her ear. Whatever he said to her caused her eyes to fly open. I was taken aback when they were glowing an eerie white instead of the green eyes that I had grown to love. My worst fears had been realized. Damion had managed to change her into the wolf charmer.

’ Agnarr says, his voice calm and calculating despite the intense situation we are in. ‘How has he even managed to awaken them? If that is even the correct term to use. They’re meant to be gone… right?’ I ask, trying to make sense as the three generations of dragons fight one another. ‘It’s dark magic mixed with blood magic, something that is forbidden, and frowned upon, for performing such dark magic includes countless sacrifices, but he does not care. What are a few sacrifices to someone as evil as him? Right now, they serve as his eyes. We need to find a blind spot.’ Agnarr says quietly.

Mira looked at him from behind Damon. Damon closed his eyes and cursed. He was worried about this thing only. "She is not weak!" He agreed. "Rafael, I'll explain everything... Not now!" He looked at Mira and ordered. "And you will keep quiet." "She is not Durga!" Rafael raised his eyebrows amused. "Who are you?" Mira stepped in front of him not wanting to hide behind her husband and come out as a weak. "Mira! Durga's sister." She answered looking straight into his eyes. There is no way she was going to show him her fear, even though she was. His eyes were full of darkness, grey orbs which almost looked silver. Now she understood why Mariana prefers to not look into his eyes.

I complained. “Damian, she is your fated mate. You have to have her. Go back and persuade her to come with you. She needs you more than you think,” Blue Eyes said confidently. “How do we know this is not some misdirection?” I whispered to my wolf. “Misdirection? Alpha Damian, are you doubting the message of the gooddess?!” Blue Eyes interrupted. “No no, not at all,” I said in defence. “Guard your thoughts, Alpha Damian. The Moon gooddess frowns at every doubting wolf.”

Eyes that glowed with sickly green light, empty of anything resembling consciousness or mercy. Behind them, the corrupted wolves and humans followed, these at least still recognizable as mortal beings, though their eyes also were filled with the same empty light, and they moved perfectly in sync, as if operated by one will. And behind them, almost unseen in the darkness, were the covens of witches: robed figures with raised hands, chanting in voices that seemed to make reality itself bend and warp. "Positions!" Magnus roared. "Stand fast!" The enemy charged, and the real war started. Not at dawn, as we'd expected. But in darkness, when nightmares walked and hope seemed furthest away. And all

The catacombs went silent except for the possessed Darius's ragged breathing. "We understand," I said. "Do you?" Morgana pulled three small vials from her bag and held them up. "Each of you will take one ingredient. Aveline, you'll take the Moonblood flowers and infuse them with your Luna magic. Damon, you'll take the demon tears and infuse them with your Alpha power. Dominic, you'll take the phoenix ash and infuse it with your connection to fire and rebirth. Then, together, you'll form a triangle around Darius and channel everything through the mate bonds."