Double Iris Magician Novelas e Histórias

“Raven is trying to reach out and connect with you. The spell is working. Soon, she’ll be strong enough to take full control.” “No,” I sobbed, sliding down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor. “No, please. Please don’t do this. I have a baby. I have a mate. I have a life. Please.” Maximus crouched down in front of me, and for a moment, his expression looked sympathetic. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I truly am. You seem like a good person, Iris. But I need her back. I need Raven back.”

START! - Iris: Please go easy on me. Kiri: Sorry but if you're this nervous. You have already lost. Iris: Well see about that. Iris invoked a high tier intermediate spell that brought out Ten great swords engulfed in flames and all were pointing towards Kiri. - Ban: That's intimidating. I hope she can dodge all that. - Iris: See if you can dodge this! She sent out her swords flying at full speed towards their target. I don't even know how much damage that will do if it was a direct attack. Kiri you better dodg- huh? Why is she standing still? Oiii. Did she get cold feet? This is bad!

“Then how the hell do we stop it?” Iris paused, her mind racing. The mark on her wrist flared, its warmth spreading up her arm. “We sever the connection. If we can break Damon’s magic, the Ravager will fall.” Aiden laughed, his anger boiling over. “And how are we supposed to do that? Damon’s not here, and this thing isn’t exactly giving us time to think!” The Ravager let out a deep snarl, lunging toward them. Aiden barely had time to shove Iris aside before the beast’s claws slashed the air where she had stood.

I parked the car and got out, Arianna following close behind. Before we even reached the door, something shifted in the air. Magic. A sudden gust of wind blew past us, carrying the scent of damp earth and something… unnatural. I raised my hand to knock but before my knuckles could touch the wood, the door swung open on its own. Arianna stiffened beside me, and I felt my lips twitch in amusement. Figures. There, standing in the doorway, was Iris. She looked the same as always—long, jet-black hair cascading down her back, dark eyes sharp and knowing, as if she could already see right through me.

"It is Iris, Nixon. She is obsessed with you. She would never link up with Rory." "I am struggling with it too," I muttered, my voice raspy. "But look at the map. Every other magic practitioner in the territory froze me out. Then Iris suddenly appears at the exact right party? It feels like a setup. Like someone is pulling strings from the dark and I am just dancing on the tarmac." Christopher shook his head, his lips thinning. "This is just your brain short-circuiting." My jaw clenched until the bone ached. "You are not listening to me."

Laura felt the moment everyone’s gaze focussed on her and she had to restrain her smile because she was not supposed to suppress the clothes she was wearing, as her instructor had hammered in her head repeatedly. Halfway through her walk, she detached the piece that Robyn told her before and the material that made her skirt whole unfurled and became a long train behind her. A long slit appeared, and she showcased her long legs with every step she took. At this point, she saw a familiar figure at the end of the stage. As she got closer, she could see the familiar pair of grey eyes she had seen just earlier today. It was difficult to maintain her expression, but by some miracle; she was able t

Her eyes are so intense that she must believe the water will freeze if her glare is fierce enough. "Try to channel your energies from your core into your hand, like a current." An idea comes to mind, and I gaze down at my mate with curiosity flaring within me. "Why don't you try to do something about the water—try setting it on fire." Raven laughs. "You can't set water on fire." "No, but perhaps focusing your magic will cause it to freeze rather than burn." Raven's face lights up, and I hold back a groan. The radiant happiness and those eyes filled with excitement make me want to push her up against the nearest tree. I want to hear her scream my name, say how much she needs me down there.

"My eyes are gray… they're so flat and… uncolorful." "Your eyes are my favorite part of you. They sparkle when you smile." He hugged me tightly. "I don't know how you can hate yourself so much, Sophie. You're too awesome for words. If you weren't Simon's girldfriend… I could dumb Brenda for you in a heartbeat."

“This is not a bargain. It is binding.” Seryna’s gaze flicked to the scroll. For a brief moment, something unreadable passed through her eyes… calculation, perhaps. Then she scoffed, rolling her eyes with exaggerated boredom. “Oh, please,” she drawled. “As if I’d bother playing games with the likes of you.” Lucien did not react. His expression remained carved from stone, his presence a silent warning rather than a threat. Iris unrolled the parchment. The moment it opened fully, the sigils flared brighter, lines of magic weaving together as it recognized the gravity of what was about to be done. Iris pressed her palm against the surface.

"The silver! Use the silver arrows on the pillar, not the clones!" "But you said it wouldn't work on the magic!" Mattias shouted back. "It won't kill it, but it’ll conduct it! We need to short-circuit the connection!" As Mattias’s scouts aimed at the obsidian pillar, I ran toward the clones. I didn't have a sword or a claw. I had the one thing the Author couldn't stand: irony. "Hey!" I yelled at the 'Pure' Iris. "Kieran thinks your feet smell!" The clone blinked, her serene expression faltering. "What? The Alpha would never—"