Jake's Magical Market Novels & Stories

“Release me?” He nodded and suddenly I had control over my body again. Still clutching my shampoo like a lifeline, I tried to hug myself. I probably looked like a lunatic. “It’s far more likely,” I replied sharply. “That you will steal some next time you’re out. What did I say about stealing things Jake?” Jake shrugged one massive shoulder. As one of the most powerful warlocks on the earth. Jake took whatever he wanted. All it took was a well-placed spell and someone would be willing to sign away their life savings to him.

Because Jake’s wolf — whatever evolution-breaking thing he just became — is radiating enough killing intent to make ancient magic flee like prey. One of the witches looks back once. Just once. She sees Jake kneeling in front of me, steam rising off his skin, golden veins flickering, blood drying on his arms, eyes half-human, half-something else. She screams again. Then disappears into the trees so fast the night swallows her whole. Jake doesn’t even spare them a glance. He’s still looking at me, like I’m the only person who exists. But I… I see it. I see Duke’s body.

If he knew how to buy the thing that Levy was looking for then he would have gone to buy it himself while asking her to stay behind but he did not know anything about magic and he couldn’t get what she was looking for so even if he was terrified of being alone with a witch in a market that was full of witches and mages, he was going to follow her no matter what. “ Fine, if that’s what you want but if I see you trembling like a rabbit then I am going to turn you into one right here on the street, you got it?” Levy said as she walked inside the market was bustling, from behind she heard a squeak and when she thought that Eugene was going to stay behind, she heard him shuffle before chasing aft

There is no way he would have heard me from that distance except. He made his way over to us and his scent hit me like a ton of bricks. He’s a werewolf. I can’t get anything other than that because one of the side effects of the potion is I can’t smell people’s ranks or packs. “I’ll see you later Charlie,” Mrs. Wiggins said with a wink as she hurried off; traitor. He set down the things he had picked and I began to ring them up. “So Charlie,” he began and I just gave him a small hum in response, “I’m Jake.”

"Yeah. Lots of stuff that involve certain decisions I need to make. I was hoping that the rain would work some kind of magic and I'll get a solution or a sign or something" "Oh, wow. I never figured you to be the kind of guy to indulge in a little magic. Facts and a little flirt, yes, but not the supernatural." Meg commented. "Well, you never know do you? I might have a whole lot of interest in fairies and pixies" Jake replied with mock seriousness. "Do fairies and pixies have some sort of Dominant and submissive kink too?" Meg could not help but ask. "Touché." Jake said with a smile. "Maybe, they do. I'd like to think they have their own sort of interests and vices"

Raven My lips are quivering with words unsaid as memories of the past swarm through my brain. I see my mother making coffee, smiling before I pack my lunch for school. She always sat at our table, ready with breakfast, and now I understand why she was never in a hurry—all she needed was for me to leave so she could open up a portal. Julia, my mother, worked at the Magic Academy, and the vision clearly showed that Daisy is eviler than I initially thought. The girl is an evil mastermind, and I never knew!

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

The energy at the table grew somber at Ava's words. "I heard that a pack up North was completely burned to the ground," Margo said grimly, shaking her head. "They are even killing the pups." Horror filled my stomach at the thought. "I had no idea," I said softly. "I thought the burners were only targeting witches." "They are decimating any village rumored to have any type of magical power," Ava said, shaking her head sadly. My knuckles went white as I gripped my teacup with fury. Those sick b*stards! How could they do this to so many innocent people?

She picked a golden yellow flower and plucked it, keeping it safe in her small jute bag. After rechecking the list that she got everything she wanted, she left the place back to her cottage. The little dark creatures admire her charming beauty but they do know that she is not an ordinary witch. She stands a few inches away from the door of her cottage and mumble a few unfamiliar words to open the door. She casted a spell on the entrance to keep the man of her dreams and his daughter safe from the intruders.

They all wish me a magical 13th birthday as I help them set up before returning to my Grandmother and helping her set up our little trinket stall. The rest of the afternoon and the following days are all uneventful, however on the evening before the market was planning to move on, a stranger entered the market. I watched him move around the market as his aura of magick was strange. I could tell that he was a warlock, but he was more and I seemed to be drawn to him.