Novel & Cerita Lyrical Magical

Lyra screamed. Kaelen let out a cry of pure, unadulterated power. A pillar of sapphire-and-gold energy erupted from his chest, connecting him to the Goddess’s feet. The silver figure let out a scream of rage as she was suddenly anchored to the earth, her celestial immortality being drained by the boy’s Star-Born magic. Lyra lunged. She wasn't a wolf anymore. She was a comet of pure shadow-magic. She flew directly into the center of the Goddess’s chest—the place where the silver heart was pulsing with the rhythm of the tides.

Her body pressed against his, heat and desire mixing with magic, grounding them both as the Ascendant energy coiled violently around them. Rylan’s hands slid along her sides, thumbs brushing the white-gold arcs, anchoring her, keeping the magic from spiraling out of control. “We survive together,” he growled, wolf roaring beneath the surface. “If anyone tries to touch you, to break this bond, they die.” Lyra swallowed hard, leaning into him, pressing her lips to his again in a desperate, searing kiss. Sparks flared, magic mixing with passion, white-gold arcs dancing over their intertwined wrists, a shield forged by desire and defiance.

"You will give me a child of ancient magic and Lycan blood, the key to freeing our great God!" Lyra felt the burning pain on her cheek, but her determination did not waver. "I will never do that!" she shouted, casting a spell on the ancient alpha and forcing him to release his grip. Her hands glowed with a magical aura as she directed the energy toward her womb. "Not even if it means making myself infertile!" An intense flash filled the scene, radiating pure light. I felt a powerful force throwing me backward, falling into the water and being repelled by the waterfall. I felt rough, strong hands supporting my body, pulling me out of the river. Deep growls reverberated around me.

Her magic hummed beneath her skin, reaching out to twine with Caspian's vampiric energy. "I can feel you," Caspian murmured, wonder in his voice. "Your power... it's intoxicating." Lily leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Lily’s head fell back, her fiery hair cascading down her spine as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. The air around them crackled with magical energy, sparks of ethereal light dancing across her pale, freckled skin. Each thrust sent a jolt of ecstasy through her core, bringing her closer to the edge of bliss.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

A second wave of magic rose from the witches, this one more delicate but no less powerful. Lyra watched as High Priestess Seraphina lifted her hands, fingers moving in intricate patterns. Ancient symbols carved themselves into the air, glowing with golden fire, their very presence vibrating in Lyra’s bones.

Laughing at his stupidity, I said, “Have you ever heard that magic is might? As a member of supernatural creatures, you should be aware that where human intellect ends, the power of mystical creatures starts. And Necromancers are the vital servants of nature.” Once again, Edith didn’t let me speak, cutting me off abruptly. “I know what magic means, Shyla. But you don’t have to support the magical covens. Witches have boycotted the Royal lycans.” It felt so precious that Edith considered me a part of the lycans, not a Fenrir Alpha. A pleasant smile crept up my face as I busted his myth. “For your information, Prince Edith!

That led to extinction of the wild creatures. "That can't be true, royalties are the only ones who are able to read that, Sylvia." Bella utters with confusion marked at her face. "They're the Lycans" I said with my low voice slowly stroking the book. I got so intrigued that I wanted to know more information about them.

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.

I have no plans to bear the asshole Lycan king a child! “That’s one less thinking head on the military then,” General Delacroix remarks. “The skirmishes, are they mostly werewolves?” I ask, pretending to know nothing. “You should know better,” one of the generals snaps, and I take a deep breath to stop myself from snapping back at him. “Well, in that case… You’ve seen me use a sleeping spell during the Luna Festival, right?” “Yes, but we don’t have a massive magical reserve like you.” “That’s why we are creating magical tools? To compensate for the lack of magic, isn’t that right?”