Double Iris Magician Novels & Stories

"I prefer to really slap people in the face with color." "The pack's living breathing human rainbow." I grinned at her as Iris plopped down in one of my chairs in front of my desk. "It's a title I wear proudly. I'll do my best to bring honor and glory to the pack." Iris's voice was dripping in sarcasm as she did her best to mock a vapid pageant queen. I gave Iris a loud and slow clap for her performance. "Beautiful! Just beautiful!" "Thanks!" Iris went to do a bow, but her wig shifted and scooted in front of her eyes. "Argh! Nope, I gave it a try. Damian said I looked like Brigid when I showed it to him the other day."

The device hit Iris with devastating force, and I watched in horror as her lunar magic began to drain away. But Iris had planned for this, she was not resisting the extraction like a normal target would. Instead, she was feeding the device carefully controlled bursts of corrupted magic, magic designed to poison whatever system Dr. Torres had built to contain stolen abilities. "What are you doing?" Dr. Torres demanded, her confidence faltering as she realized something was wrong. "Giving you exactly what you asked for," Iris replied, her voice strained but determined. "You want to absorb power? Here, have some of mine. I hope it tastes terrible."

“She’s become devoted to a wolf she hardly knows and seems to want to do nothing but what Emma says. Other wolves she barely knows seem to worship her, and the council has been dancing to her tune.” “She was being careful when she first returned to Lunaris, but it’s obvious the power she’s been using has made her careless.” “It was a simple matter to gain entrance to her rooms at the Palace,” Iris said, “as soon as I neutralized the spell she’d used to lock the door with some lavender oil.” “So, it really is magic she’s been using?” I asked. “Not just alchemy?”

Even if it didn't look like she and Ivan were in love, she would have to force that narrative; otherwise, she would look like a fool in front of everyone. Her eyes trailed to the broken mirror, and her ears perked up at the sound of the door opening. She turned to see Maverick with a woman in a mask, and Iris could clearly tell it wasn't Miriam, Ivan's mother. She didn't care to identify the woman—it was literally none of her business. Iris bowed in respect as Maverick stood, his eyes scanning every silk, every bead, and every single netting. "You can dress a monkey in silk, but it can't change the fact that it's still a monkey," Maverick uttered, his face devoid of any sort of humor.

Garrett I'm supposed to be watching for threats. Instead, I'm watching Iris. It's my turn for night watch, and everyone else has settled into their bedrolls around the dying fire. Everyone except Iris, who sits cross-legged on the far side of camp, surrounded by her research notes and ancient texts, studying by the light of a small magical orb she's conjured. The orb itself is fascinating—a perfect sphere of soft white light that hovers above her right shoulder, bright enough to read by but not enough to destroy her night vision. Another casual display of power that she probably doesn't even think twice about.

Iris stood up and stood in between them her hands raised, “No arguing please…” Ivan handed the stick to her. She closed her eyes and focused, she waved her hand over the stick and it duplicated. Iris eyes widened in shock. “Cleopatra I do not think you should be doing magic now…”, Dylan said. “A little magic would not hurt”, Iris remarked. “We are going to Salvador tomo…” “Can we forget about the journey tomorrow and focus on enjoying today?”, Ivan asked cutting him off. “Okay no more I promise”, she said. She handed the sticks over to them.

Then, we travel over to where the boys are standing. “If we may,” Lucy says, interrupting with smooth confidence as we approach. “But the delightful Iris has absolutely slaved over a hot stove to bring you this dark elixir. The least you can do is pause a moment to thank her.” “I just used the machine,” I correct, smirking at my friend as I offer the tray around.

A mixture of desire and hunger burned in his gaze. Iris did not falter. Instead, she scrunched up her nose. "You didn’t eat anything." And then—she stepped back. Ace blinked again. His smirk faltered. Wait. Was that—was that a rejection? He squinted at her. Then squinted harder. "Witchcraft," he muttered, staring at her like she had just defied the laws of the universe. Iris let out a light giggle. "Yes, yes," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I read minds and steal souls in my free time.”

she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame. "If you do it right?" Ira repeated with a lilt of cynicism in his voice. I shot him a look, but he was too busy watching Selene as she picked up the small round obsidian stones and rolled them in her hands. "Yes, I've never done this before," she murmured as she closed her eyes. Ira snorted, but thankfully before I put him in his place, Magnus gave him an elbow to the gut. Ira immediately stepped back in line and cleared his throat.

The other one is sitting at his desk now, relaxed, watching me. "So," I say, looking between them. "Which one of you wants to tell me the wifi password first." Caelum blinks. "The what." "Never mind, I will figure it out." I sit on the edge of my bed and look around the room properly. "Okay, introductions. I am Iris. I have two eyes that do not match, I was kidnapped this morning, and I am currently being very mature about it. You are?" The quiet one almost smiles. Almost. "Ren," he says.