Mage Novels & Stories

Cricket I had a proposal due to Jeremy Marville, the owner of the company, no later than two this afternoon and I’d been staring at a blank computer screen for the past twenty minutes. When Maisie had sold her multi-million-dollar sex toy company, she’d made some provisions for me. Firstly, she’d promoted me from her assistant to Marketing Director, then elicited a promise from Jeremy that I’d have one year to prove myself. If I couldn’t make myself indispensable to him, I was on my own.

I was the monster here and Blake knew that. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Blake replied emotionlessly. His look could kill me right now and I was glad when I stopped looking at him. I slid my hands through my hair in frustration and turned my back on him as I walked over to the other side of the room. I hoped Blake would calm himself down and that he would remember his kids were sleeping right in front of him - but he had Alpha blood and that meant his temper was a thousand times worse than if he were a normal wolf.

MIRANDA Ace rolled off me, breathing heavily with beads of sweat coating his flushed skin. His hair that was long at the top matted over his forehead and those stunning hazel eyes were hooded with exhaustion, "I'm wrung out," he regretfully grumbled on a breath.

This guy is really testing me. I know for a fact that as a Psychology student, I should learn how to control my temper but I can't seem to hold it when it comes to Maze. It's as if everything he does has a big effect on me and I don't like it. He's pissing me off. And I am Gabriel Solzeek Thornton. I can't lose without a fight. The war has only started. I meed to make sure that I could get even. And I can't help but to smirk while thinking on how exciting this could get.

Once the dragon touched down in front of him, Nya waged all bets were off. The dragon landed, light on his feet, with his back to Nya, which worked in her favor. Her mind wanted to show her what was about to happen, but she fought the urge to use whatever this newfound ability was to see the future because she didn’t want to know. Instead, as the mammoth monster stood in front of her, a hundred yards or so away, his breathing so loud, it sounded like the drumbeats had started again, she slowly began to make her way out of the trees and toward him.

As it is, no one could see him except, of course, me. All they could see is an hovering dragon. "Don't move, Megan." He ordered and I stopped. I was just few feet away from Mrs Spears and the mansion's entrance. "You don't need to try anything funny." I watched him control bricks with his other hand. Those bricks hit the workers that were running around the house. Dead bodies kept increase. The sight I hate most - "But too late, Sage." I half yelled as I ran towards Mrs Spears, pulled her down with me to dodge the charging bricks and we disappeared into the mansion. I released her from my grip and I noticed she had lost consciousness.

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

Something about calm Elijah frightens me to a whole new level which I don't know how my fragile heart is able to take in. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he mumbles a series of curses. I barely had time to register what was happening before he banged his fist against the wall behind me, hearing a scream from me. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead. I clenched my fists, struggling to control the dread pulsing through my veins. "P-Please,"

“Aria?” “I—” Her head pounded, and for a brief second, she saw something. A vision. Fire. A storm of black flames, consuming everything in its path. A figure standing in the center—tall, unmoving, eyes like burning embers. Magic bled from his hands, twisting the very air around him. Magnus. She gasped and the vision shattered. “Aria, what’s wrong?” Magnus’s voice was urgent, but when she looked at him, all she could see was the monster from her vision. The fire, the destruction.