Ja'far Magi Novels & Stories

I chanted to myself before something at the back of my mind replied to me. ‘But not if Eddy decided to rescue you, you will succumb in minutes,’ it said before I shook my head as I was calming myself down. I took a deep breath before I was looking at my reflection in the mirror as I was putting my completed attire to greet the prince and the king from their journey to Sweden. “Time to get this show on the road,” I said as I was taking the iPad that was given to me to alert the prince about his schedule and everything else that he needed to know about his day.

“You didn’t explain to her?” Jaye could only shrug. Returning his attention to me, he explained, “Mage Jaye is like the head of the FBI, whereas I am like the emperor.” I nodded. “Sorta skipped right over president there, huh?” I smiled, trying to get just a hint of joy out of him, but that wasn’t happening. “You have an American accent, though. Where are you from if I may ask?” “Missouri,” he said dryly. My first instinct was to apologize, but I didn’t think he’d be amused at that either.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Maybe their plan is finally getting into action since she stood up just to answer his phone call when she normally does it in front of them. Ja'afar lazed around in his home for awhile before taking his laptop to his room so he could Skype his new found friend soon to be fiancée. He is already twenty nine, what else would he wait for when his friends are already celebrating the children's birthdays? He will speed things up if she is ready and get it over with. She is just the perfect woman for him and he could feel it in his bones so there is no need to delay and he sure is going to pray istikharah in the night just to be sure it is not her beauty that is dragging him in.

Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms. “So what is this place?” I asked Luna once I caught up with her after apologizing to a lady I accidentally bumped into. “Central market. Not from the world that you know.” She said avoiding people so fluidly as if she knew where they will go. “Not from the what?" I swear if she labels me as dumb I will literally point out to her that days ago I thought only humans are on this planet. “Not from Earth. Well not directly connected to Earth. God, I wish you had a little more educating before we did this.” she said under her beathe.

A couple days after the Rebel’s attempt at attacking, Magis, the werewolf King, came with a section of his Elite Werewolf Army. I greeted him with my mates. I couldn’t move around well anymore, so I was either carried or on bed rest. I had a wheelchair, but I preferred my mates carrying me, and loved to feel spoiled by them. We were in the formal sitting room when Den Leader Jargon came into the room to tell us that King Magis had come. I tried to stand for my old King, but my mates made sure I stayed laying down on the deep blue, velvet couch.

I had this feeling that he was worse than a cruel horse who would beat me if he didn't like me. Liene pulled me towards the front seats, causing us to see the enormous space here. Until a man came out even though there was no door. He probably used magic. Is he from Bandalia Cifalia Region? "Greetings, my fellow warriors! Let me introduce myself. I am Abram Thas! The chief magician of Bandalia Cifalia. I am here in front of all of you to let you know that the long-awaited reckoning for our beloved region will take place!” Almost everyone here shouted as they raised their right hand, the symbol of victory or unity.

"Do not say a word. No matter what. He isn't to know what you are." "But - " That didn't make sense. "No," Laeddin barked quietly. "Okay," I said, hearing the worry in his voice. He let go and moved so that he was in front of me. His hand rested on my hip, keeping me firmly in place. I slowly turned around. The "he" Laeddin mentioned was tall. His skin was slightly tinted green and he was dressed from head to toe in black. In his right hand was a long staff tipped with a deep purple orb, which gave off an eerie glow. I knew immediately he was Jaffar.

The way sultana's eyes where soft talking about this Nuwaira I kinda wish I knew her but then I had to ask "Is the Magajiya some sort of a title, I thought is just a traditional name". "Traditional, yes but it also means that Magajiya is the most powerful person in the whole palace after the King, which means that whatever she said or do no one dares question her authority, except for the king". "Wow" I exclaimed "That's why Umma Magajiya does everything she wants and people follow even if they don't want". "Yeah, that's right, anyways rumors has it that after about 4years Umma Magajiya give birth to two children, her first daughter Aunty maryam and the second Aunty Fadila, which are two yea