Double Iris Magician Novelas e Histórias

She looked like she is wearing a bright halo on top of her head, looking like a saint in her fit. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, in awe of her reflection. It was that time Morrigan couldn't even recognize herself because of how divine her beauty is. The maids around her are smiling widely as they look satisfied with how the princess looks right now. "Where are the pieces of jewelry that I will use?" Morrigan inquired, looking at the maid beside her. The maid went around the divider and when they came back they presented a tray with various pieces of rings, earrings, and necklaces, from finely crafted golden necklaces, to intricately made rings and bracelets, to exquisite earring

I mumble even with the rag in my mouth. He gives me a creepy smile. "That's funny." He steps closer and trails a finger on my arm. I curse inwardly as his finger makes contact with my bare skin. I almost gag at the look on his face. "You have such beautiful skin.." I glare at him as I struggle on the chair. He notices my struggle and he smiles. "Aw, poor Iris. You want me to untie you?" I arch an eyebrow at him and he removes the rag. "Why would you do that?" I sneer.

Why? “What do you want?” she growled in front of me. “Um...” her peircing eyes scanning through me. I felt my words lodge themselves in my throat. Daylight interrupted me. “Can you lower the volume?” she screamed. The girl walked towards a laptop connceted to some big ass speakers, lowering the volume to a humane level. She stormed back to us. “What?” she demanded. “Um…hi, I’m…” she interrupted me. “Ian Green and this is your sister Silver Green, so what?” Sil flinched beside me.

We both giggled “But you know that they all just serve as a fun distraction for me until I find my one true mate,” Iris remarked with a smile. The idea of meeting her partner, who the Moon goddess had predestined for her, thrilled her much. Yes, your guess was correct! I’m a witch, and Iris is a werewolf. And sure, it’s true that all those things older kids told you around ridiculous campfires or in the dark to scare the living daylights out of you are true. There is magic. It was also very much true that there were monsters, creatures, and things you would never

Marissa seems to be really happy for a small favor. "Thank you, Marissa. I have never met people like you and Penny whenever they smell human on me everyone would turn their backs as if they don't want to get into trouble. This small gesture makes me the happiest person I've ever known throughout my life." Iris couldn't help but tear up only few people have been kind to her no matter what race she belongs. Until the demons took them away it cut up a chunk of her life. She only has Medicia, the Benver's and her new friends. Wanting to add Eris in her list but she was unsure of what he feels for her and always gave off a dangerous vibe. "Oh, stop it. You're making me cry, here I am trying to f

The moment Iris heard the word weird she started to think that maybe something supernatural must have happened . " Call my brother to come to Kiara's room immediately ! " said Iris ad went ahead . " Sure , your highness ! " said the maid and rushed to call the crown prince . ' I hope this doesn't have anything to do with our enemies . Kiara is just a human . She's immune to magic . The worst part is that she doesn't even answer back when the others call her . ' thought Iris with a worried expression and rushed to her room to keep the situation under control until her brother came .

Iris returned the compliment. She was good at holding a conversation. “Is that so? I'm curious to know how sure you are about your claims.” I said jokingly. “Well, you might not know, but I am a secret agent and a fairy godmother, though my eyes aren't in the best of condition right now yet, I can see the future.” She said playfully. “Oh really? Then you'll have to look into my future because I'm so unsure of it, name your price, I'd pay it.” I said, playing along.

IRIS It’s already dark when I woke up and I can feel my puffed eyes due to crying. I tried to open the lights and couldn’t believe that it still works. I look through dad’s old stuffs that my mom didn’t bother to pack up because it will only remind us of him. His books, his glasses, the bean bags that he set especially for me so that I wouldn't feel lonely when he's working. Oh Did I mention that he was an author? He was known for the pen name Morpheus and had lots of followers and readers online. He was a famous fantasy writer, and the book, entitled Iris, was supposed to be his last piece. But it was incomplete so it was not acknowledged. Dad's account is still alive, but no one can access

In under ten minutes, while the other visitors stared and whispered about the unknown magic-user, he reached the fifth-floor landing. "Why is everyone looking at me?" Mars wondered, nut brushed it off, he didn't have time to ponder. He rushed down the hall, opening doors and apologizing until he swung one open to reveal a laboratory filled with delicate glasses and bubbling chemicals. A woman with fiery red hair tied in a severe bun looked up, her sharp green eyes, so like her brother's, narrowing. "State your business, or I will call security," Princess Iris commanded. She was tall and lean, with the same god-sculpted shoulders and angular features as Keith, her frame was more athletic than

I asked. Eyeing me, Iris's eyes grew dark with sadness, and she lowered her head before whispering, "Just because… Just because…It's a habit I developed after uncle Hatzis's past." "How old are you?" I whispered, realizing the look she had. Raising her gaze, she gave a weak smile, and mumbled, "Eighteen years, three months, and five days old." So young, and yet, so much pressure upon her. It reminds me of my young self. The only difference is that I was raised for such a task, and she looks like she is crumbling slowly from the weight on her shoulder.