Double Iris Magician Novels & Stories

With my head bow low and eyes clenched shut, I pull it off my neck. When I opened my eyes again. They were no longer the usual deep blue. They have bled over into my original crimson red and staring back at the Prince whose eyes were wide and almost poking out of its socket. "You weren't lying?" He asked and I shook my head before darting my eyes to look back at the floor. "Well then,I accept your slavery offer Iris, You belong to me now" He said shortly with a rather mischievous grin on his face and I swallowed hard once again.

Iris directly touched her forehead trying to calm down. How many times could she be reincarnated in a period of two thousand years? What kind of destiny is this! And in that long period, they practice skills? She felt goosebumps hearing that. "Can control animals, manipulate vision and memory, and predict the future." Jonathan again explained. “What ability is the most troublesome to fight?” Jonathan snorted in amusement. Iris, who felt the question was ridiculous, immediately felt awkward. How stupid of her to ask that. Can she fight a demon who only has one of these abilities?

Aaron blinked. “You’re saying there’s proof?” The netizens weren’t kind either. “Where’s the evidence then?” “Don’t play victim. Show us.” Ria waved over a nearby waiter and handed him a flash drive. With Aaron’s permission, it was plugged into the big screen. The video started. A woman’s face appeared-it was the waitress from three years ago.

"Is betraying your own blood also the kind of mistake any man would make?" Julian’s mouth opened, but no words came out. "And the tattoo," I pointed to his chest. "Changing my iris into her dagger. Was that a moment of weakness, too?" "I can change it back!" he said desperately. "I can have her mark burned off, I can get your iris again!" "It's too late." "No, it's not!" Julian suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it hurt. "Seraphina, we can start over! Just talk to Dante for me, get him to give me another chance, I swear I'll never—"

Inside, Iris sat behind her desk and looked at me. “I will tell him the truth,” she said. “That you have been seeing Dorian. That he delivered a warning about Frank and a trip. That the visions are not madness but a pattern. I will not ask your permission. I am telling you as a courtesy because you deserve to know before it happens.” I nodded. There was nothing left to say. Iris went briefly still. Her eyes unfocused for a moment, then cleared. She had used what werewolves called a mind link.

"You are weak my friend!" Irises said as she threw her short knives at me. She just stretched her hands forward and boom! The knives came out. I didn't understand the magic of how that happened. She mentioned her name was Irises and her mission on finding the last of the dragon stone to return to her master. How powerful was this necklace anyway? I didn't know. Besides she didn't really offered me much time to think about that.

she said. The one wearing a plain white Polo shirt answered her, still looking at her intently. Actually,by the time that she reach the kitchen,the orders are halfway made. She's wearing a concealed camera that allows the chef to see what has been written down on the paper. That way,the food processing would be faster considering they are in the VIP room. As soon as she enters the kitchen again her friend is shrieking. And she doesn't have any idea why,so she frowned at her.

If it turns white, she’s facing a VIP that no one has ever heard or seen. “Of course.” Bella smiled brightly, showing her dimples. She passed the card to the lady, and she placed it in the slot. Bella placed her right thumb on the glass and the lady pushed a button. A thin golden light can be seen on the glass that moved from left to right. Right after the gold color disappeared, the glass changed to …...WHITE COLOR!!!!” The lady almost dropped to her knees. Her mouth gaped open. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, took the card from the device, and passed it on to Bella.

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.

“Jesus! I don’t know if it works. First, you need an empty bag to fill it with your blood, and once you’re done you need to hook it to him. I don’t think you can do it alone.” “I need to do it, Max. Is it possible that I will hose my blood directly to him?” His dark eyes widened. “It’s not the 18th century, miss—” “Iris. Call me Iris.” “Iris, if you want to save his life, you have to do as I say. Wait here, and let me go to the lab to find an empty bag. I’ll show you how to do it.” “Thank you! Please, be quick.”