Jake's Magical Market Novels & Stories

“Where’d you get the greasy old bastard?” “We’re running a charitable home for retired criminals,” Augustus said. “If you’d just retire you’d qualify.” “Dern, I forgot how ugly this country is,” Jake said. “I guess if there was a market for snake meat, this would be the place to get rich.” With that he put his hat over his face, and within no more than two minutes began a gentle snoring. Augustus returned the jug to the springhouse. It occurred to him that while Jake was napping he might pay a visit to Lorie; once she fell

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

“He’s not getting to you. Or our child.” Lucas’s hands tightened on my waist with desperate strength. “He wants the child. Rose… he wants to take the child.” My heart punched against my ribs. “No. Never.” Jake swore under his breath. “I will alert the guards and double patrol.” Lucas tried to sit up. “No. Jake, listen. He’s not coming through the gates. He’s here through his magic. Through the curse.” Jake’s teeth clenched. “Then how do we stop him?”

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

He appointed three warriors out of his team of ten to look after Jake. The thought of it made him hiss. He looked behind him at his father and his pupils dilated in daze. Alpha was surveying the content obtained from the sack bag of the rogue. “Ash?” Jake walked closer to take a look. "Not just any ash," He said, his eyes glued to the ash he poured in his palm. "This is magical ash." "Magical ash?" Jake parroted. Alpha looked up from the pit of his palm and nodded in a yes. Then he raised the hand holding ash and said, "This is magical ash that we have come here looking for."

"It’s almost a shame to destroy it, but you’re standing in my way. And I don’t take kindly to obstacles." "Enough talking," I said through gritted teeth, raising my hands to summon the last of my strength. I had to end this now before he could make another move. The magic within me roared to life as I tapped into it, pushing past the fear and exhaustion that had been building inside me. Jake's eyes flickered with something akin to amusement as he raised his hand in response, dark energy swirling around his fingertips. "I was hoping you'd say that," he sneered. "Let’s see just how much you can really do."

I thought to myself. For the rest of the day I had to endure my brother's and father's tantrum and after what we call an unhealthy amount of waiting we finally met Amelia, Nebula tribe's alpha mother. She was wearing a plain bright red skirt which was below her knees, same red blazer and a white top underneath with matching red high heels. As we approached her my father smiled his one of the finest fakes smiles that he usually put on his face on the occasion like this, my brother was trying to be a gentleman which he was.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

Paulson assured, and so we all came down, trudging forward to our destination. The little market that stood at the street was a colourful sight to behold, the smell of fruits, herbs and coffee filled the air. Pottery, candles and artworks were displayed at the left, cheerfully advertised by a long blonde bearded man, the length of his beard was almost reaching his tummy. He was quite elderly and when he smiled, he revealed a mixture of milk and black teeth. Two men dressed in a weird mixture of many colours ran to our front unannounced. They began to showcase their magic tricks and kits, swindling their wands and reading strangely from their spell books. I was deeply fascinated when the stou