James The Magician Novels & Stories

Magic ignited in his palm, and I felt a calming warmth as my palm absorbed the beautiful light. "It's natural to feel uneasy when you discover new powers," James instructed me in the basics of magic. The first step was learning to control my strength, which was challenging. James advised me to practice more to improve my abilities while Darcus observed in the background. Unexpectedly, a surge of magic overwhelmed James, injuring him, but he quickly recovered. I felt terrible, but James assured me that setbacks were a part of the learning process.

“I won’t let your family ruin another generation of our Saintesses! Today, we’ll settle this score once and for all!” He placed his hands behind his back with newfound confidence. Despite the love spell’s effect on Kiran, he believed he could take out Kiran easily with his own black magic. “You talk too much. Just bring it on, will ya?” said Kiran impatiently. “Well, aren’t you a wild one? I used to think I was wild enough, but I never thought I’d meet someone wilder than me.” James smirked at him. “I'm wild because I have assets to back me up, but you have nothing! Today, I’ll show you that your puny love spell means nothing in Mawi. A commoner like you has never seen the likes of true, omn

Megan came over to me “So, I am allowed to use magic to defend myself aye” She asked Chad “As my muscle strength is non-existent” “Of course, I am looking forward to you putting James on his arse with your magic” “Oh, don’t worry he is going to find out just how much power his wee witchy boo has” I kind of felt sorry for James. Megan had showed me a bit of what she could do but I knew she has a lot of power. I could feel it.

“I don’t buy that for a second. That woman is bad news. She’s done some sort of witchcraft shit to fool you.” James’ spine steeled as he glared at his aunt, “I don’t believe that.” His voice was laced with anger, and the brief moment we shared before vanished into thin air. “Well start believing it, boy. You ain’t stupid,” Joan glanced over, winking at me. “I can spot a snake from a mile away, and that girl is a damned serpent.” James looked up at Dante, begging him to join into the conversation. I knew James had asked for his help researching how he’d ended up with two mates, but Dante averted his gaze. Either he didn’t find anything, or he was on the same page as Joan.

I asked to distract myself from his body against mine. He made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “Do you think it so easy to use magic? You need the right components. I have a dagger, why would I carry components for such a spell?” “For the event that you drop your dagger through the weave of a net?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice bland. In tale, it was always unwise to provoke magic users. “Hmmm.”

"You two are going to really regret this in the morning." James wanders around the room, wearing an enchanted expression: it's a Master's personal playground. .... He's going to want one of these.... "Well," he comments, "I know what I bought myself when I became a millionaire." Charlotte is watching him, admittedly, somewhat woozily. He flashes brows at her. "Now I know what I'll buy when I'm a billionaire." She grins, and he wanders over to look down on his recalcitrant sub. "You two have enjoyed yourselves. Dare I ask if we have any secrets left? Any of us?"

James said without looking at Natasha. He was staring blindly at the ground. I couldn’t tell wether or not Crow was showing me this so that i would feel pity for James, because I didn’t. I didn’t feel bad for him. He brought this upon himself, by making one wrong decision after the other. “We have to stop,” Natasha said. James head jerked up and his eyes locked with hers. “We can’t.” He said and i felt my heart sink. “James-“ “I have to protect her, I need her to learn how to handle her magic.”

How could the Second Prince and King Vicente IX get away with it? "The king used two archmages as a scapegoat. Those two were the ones who refused to work on the Magic Tower and became independent archmages. Here, the mages that didn't want to work on the Royal Family or the Magic Tower were persecuted–except the jeweled eye possessors." Minerva tilted her head on the side, "Bwut why?" Santi placed her thin hair at the back of her ears before he answered, "Why? It's because they were unable to do so. Who had the guts to fight against us?"

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

Others spat when they thought he wasn’t looking. He barely cared. What gnawed at him wasn’t their doubt. It was his own shadow — twitching at his heels like a chained beast straining for freedom. He closed himself in a narrow chamber carved into the wall, once a storeroom, now abandoned. The air was thick with dust. He sat cross-legged on the floor, shadows pooled around him, and tried again. “Obey me,” he whispered. The words felt foolish, but the magic didn’t respond to silence. The shadows rippled like water disturbed by stones. He stretched out his hand and willed them to form a blade.