Isabella Magical Novels & Stories

Carmen’s voice chimed as she walked into the room. “What are you doing here, Carmen.” Javier pushed her out before she saw me. “Ricardo said he had some business to deal with something about Isabella Valéz.” “Isabella, who?” “The child he had with that woman before me. Turns out that old bitch is here too.” “Hmm, I didn’t know that.” “Javier!” Ricardo said, coming down the hallway. My blood ran cold as I stopped in my tracks. “Why are you pushing us out of your room? Are you hiding something.”

I crumpled to the ground, gasping in pain. As he moved to get inside, a sudden surge of magic erupted in front of him, halting his advance and sending him flying backward. He landed hard, skidding across the ground before coming to a halt. Between him and the entrance stood Isabella, her eyes glowing with a fierce, otherworldly light. "That's far enough, Damien," she said, her voice calm but deadly. "You will not harm anyone else here." Damien snarled, pushing himself to his feet, his eyes narrowing at Isabella. "Stay out of this, witch."

Through my experiences on this journey, I’d learned firsthand that observation often times provided more answers than questions. “Ah, I see you have met my mother,” Isabelle said sweetly. “Alas, although I appear to be Rosalie, I am not she. I am Isabelle, daughter of Rosalie Johanna Remoras who reigns over the Spanish world of magic as queen. She is powerful, beauteous, loving, fair, and most of all, a dear woman.” Elizabeth stood up and walked closer to the bed. “The resemblance is so that I could not tell you are not she. Now that I look closer, there are some differences; although very slight,” she said calmly.

I felt Isabella's shock ripple through the bond. "That's absurd," I started, but Vanessa spoke over me. "Is it?" She pulled something from her pocket, a small vial filled with dark liquid. "This is a sample of Isabella's blood. Tested by independent magical practitioners. It shows traces of dark magic corruption going back years." She held the vial up for everyone to see. "Isabella Evergreen isn't the innocent victim she's pretending to be. She's a dark magic user who poisoned her own father to seize power. Who framed me to cover her tracks. Who seduced Alpha Lucas to gain protection and resources."

“Don't doubt and do not hesitate. According to ancient histories…magic is way more than just bringing down fire and rain. It's a force that can connect you to the earth. You have a connection to every element of the earth and you can make use of it… you have the ability to give life, and also take it.” Isabella frowned and stared at the flower. “Reach in, and do it.” “What? No step by step guide or something?” Isaiah rolled his eyes, and said nothing. With a shrug, Isabella walked closer to the flower and squatted down. “Is there some sort of magical word? Like…you know, Abracadabra?” “I'm afraid not.” He hissed but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he just started at her. She sig

That pathetic scene continued playing in front of her vision. Isabella was stuck between reality or dream. After all, she wasn't any creature like them who could use any magic to go back to the past. Then how did she see them all together in the history? As the doubt kept lingering in her mind, Isabella had the intention of looking down at her own body. Her body felt nothing but air as if it was her soul that was wandering around cluelessly. A moment of panic rose from her heart but it was soon distracted when that woman with Child spoke attaining attention from others,

"Why can't the reflection of the light go past that point?" "Magic. Albus's powers are not to be joked with." Margaux stared into the darkness. Sadness flashed across her eyes. The look did not last long. "Come on, I've got to get you settled in before getting back to work." Isabella swallowed all the remaining questions bubbling within her like boiling soup and followed Margaux into the room, her heart beating fast as she stepped into another world. Isabella stood at the doorway, rooted to a spot as her eyes scanned the space around her.

“Perhaps not yet. But do you think our enemies will not use her against you? Do you think your they will not see this as a sign of weakness?” I clenched my jaw. I hated this. Hated that they weren’t wrong. “She is under my protection,” I said. “No one will touch her.” His lips thinned. “And what of the contract?” My muscles tensed. I knew this would come up. The contract that bound Isabella to my Mafia—an arrangement to settle her family’s debt. “She is already your mate,” Elias continued. “There is no need to keep her tied by a contract. Let her go.”

🖤♣️The Collapse🖤♣️ ‎“Isabella, put away your Barbie dolls and come to the dinner table.” ‎Her mother’s voice floated through the wide halls of the mansion—warm, steady, familiar. ‎Seven-year-old Isabella Marisol Reyes sat cross-legged on the polished marble floor, her dolls arranged in careful, deliberate rows. Not scattered. Never scattered. Even at her age, there was order in everything she did. ‎She tilted her head slightly, studying them.

Isabeau's POV I brace myself as my mind reels from the implication that my life and rebirth has somehow paved a way for the malicious demon before me, to become wickedly involved in mine and King Stellan's life. I decide to demand answers, my voice laced with fury and disbelief. "How could you say such a thing? I’ve never met you before and I didn’t even know Stellan personally before today!" Aster smirks, relishing in the intensity of my anger. "Oh, Isa, you fail to comprehend the complex depths of life and death. But don’t worry we’ll get to that soon.