Double Iris Magician Novels & Stories

“All I know is, I need to get this portal open so that I can get Melanie back, and I have no idea how to open it.” Maggie was quiet for a second, like she was thinking, before she said, “Portals are tricky. Try different angles. Try different cloaking spells on the tree or whatever is behind it. Try a coloring spell.” “A what?” I asked. “What’s a coloring spell?” “It’s the same spell Francis has been using to color the trees. You can try to color the portal opening so that you can see it. It’s probably at a different angle than what you’re expecting. It’s sort of like splitting the air.”

Samantha gave me a communicator which she said we'd use to communicate but I was yet to know what it was. I hurried to my desk and opened the system. Immediately I logged in, an application I hadn't seen before popped up, I was confused when Samantha's face came to live. "Samantha, what are you doing, they could see you," I panicked. "No body can see me but you, Taylor." "What? What are you saying?" "The communicator is your iris and only you can see it. However, it can only be accessible when you're holding a device or gadget." "Woah, how did you do that?"

Isabel on the other hand recalled the incident at the Greenwood pack. While she was in her lycan form fighting off the rogues, her vision enabled her to catch a glimpse of something from a distance. When she concentrated her vision on the object, she realized it was an extremely large rogue staring directly at her with a hostile glare, but that didn’t distract her from focusing on the war, as she killed every one of the filthy rogues she laid her hands on. But what left her flabbergasted and made her understand why they aimed for the Greenwood pack was after she was done killing the rogues and was ready to attack the large werewolf she assumed was the leader of the rogues, it reached her thr

The celebrations continued until a victor emerged, gloating of the adventure and wonder that is Iridian. What the television didn’t talk about were the casualties. Some would go mad after playing the game, others would simply vanish without a trace. Five years ago, a woman had returned from the games, her chestnut hair had turned white as snow. Those who played the game were unable to speak of the details when they returned, to keep the mystery of Iridian alive. Only one thing was spoken from those who had played, as it was the same message every year. Magic had vanished from the world, but in the Iridescence Pack, magic was very much alive.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

I was in the back most of the crowd so they were all looking back to me. I said and stated, “It wasn’t me” I even shook my head to intensify my disagreement. I was sure that it wasn’t me. I can control my power and I was sure I did not do that. “It was you! What the heck? That wasn’t funny” we all looked at the mirror magic and the voice magic. The mirror magic can let us see thing in bigger image and the voice magic is used so we can hear whoever is using that. The Exam Master’s magic is sound and mirror magic. He has two magic.

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke. The smoke split into three threads, each one curling toward them, seeping into their skin where the blood had been drawn. Rita gasped as it hit her—a connection, sudden and sure, like a second heartbeat nestled beside her own. Freda’s eyes glowed faintly. "It’s done." Pru exhaled, flexing her fingers. "Woah." Rita pressed a hand to her chest, where the bond hummed. She could feel them—Freda’s steady determination, Pru’s sharp intuition—like threads of light woven into her own magic.

I turned my focus inward toward my Source and realized that a wisp of energy had begun filling the emptiness inside me before forming a weak barrier around my organs. Hot damn. So this was the only way for me to recover my lost magic: intimacy with him. I caught the fear and shock in Matteo's eyes and decided to press my advantage. I pounced like a homing missile and grabbed his thighs. He reeled backward, dumbfounded, then stared down at me with a mixture of bewilderment, humiliation, and disgust. "This… This is how low you'd go for money?" I looked up at him, love practically bubbling in my eyes. "Excuse me? Forget money! Letting a manifestation of masculine hotness like you walk free is t

“This is taking forever,” she muttered to Iris, who was taking notes on each screening. “Magic is precise, not fast,” Iris said absently. “If we rush, we could miss something subtle. Ravenna’s good…if she bound someone to her service, the magic would be layered, hidden under normal magical signatures.” “So we might not even find them?” “We’ll find anomalies. Inconsistencies. Then it’s up to you wolves to figure out what they mean.” Iris looked up. “Though honestly? My money’s on someone you’d never suspect. Traitors always are.”