Kouha Magi Novels & Stories

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

she said, in a clear and commanding voice. “I am the omega, the true Luna of Moonclaw.” She continued. “Keira stole Callum from me, he used some kind of sorcery to cloud his mind, to keep him stuck to a dead woman’s ghost.” She continued. “She’s no Luna, she’s a fraud, a wolfless nobody who’s bewitched the Alpha.” She added. Maggie nodded. “It’s true,” she said, her brown eyes on Van Gav. “Keira has no wolf, no strength so how do you expect her to be our Luna, I’m sure she uses some kind of spell or dark magic or maybe something worse to hold Callum hostage, and to keep him away from Maya.” She said, shaking her head.

The Ogre smiles a jagged tooth grin, “I've been expecting you. I am your humble king, Gobler.” Gobler then slams his clubs against Marika, gladly Marika is wearing an armor. Nevertheless, the force of Glober's swing is far stronger and it sends Marika careening into the wall. Then he turns and throws me the rock that he was holding, clipping into my shoulder, then it was followed by a laugh.

"Our body is the vessel, our mind is the commandment, and our soul is the bearer of mana. The mind perceive emotions, the body reacts, and the soul manifest through magic." "For instance, you, the first attribute of magic you awakened is water, and you frequently use its cold solid form than its liquid form." Aria refered to her magic. "And what does that imply?" Mayari urged her to continue. "It indicates your apathetic personality and cold demeanor towards the world." "I see." Mayari abruptly stop in her tracks when she saw two guards approaching. One of them is someone that she recognize. She didn't know him, he was just someone she have been studying for a while because of an important r

I say to her. She looks at Alpha Mayhem approaching us fast. She places a stone in my hand. "You will need this when we find Fallon. This will bring her back to you. It will take more than tea. It is my life force and my magic. When we find her, they will have started draining her magic. Do you know what will happen to a witch after their magic is drained?" Mother Anges asks me.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

I was already shaking. And then I realized I was crying. I heard screams, loud screeches like as if, everything was happening again before my eyes. Oh my God... If.... Oh my The pain they must have all went through... My tears were still flowing uncontrollably, and I was shaking with the sorrow I felt at the moment. "And....?" "And nothing Azura.. at that moment you were gone and I went into sleep. That's what happens when we loose the one we are guarding, or they loose their magic. We die temporarily, till another magic being is born for us to bond with.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Damian said, but his tone was dismissive, like he was talking about something trivial. "Oh," Isla glanced at me, her eyes full of contempt. "Earth-weaving? How… quaint." She paused, making sure everyone was listening. "But I've never seen it mentioned in any orthodox blood magic codex." The room went silent. "Perhaps it's some self-taught, backwoods parlor trick," she added, her voice dripping with meaning. "True power comes from a bloodline." Self-taught. She was calling me a rogue with no roots.