Magi Paimon Novels & Stories

pokeri:- there is so much food like when I was in castle velliam:- oh than you must thanks those who prepared those dish for us pokeri :- thanks you for taking care for us velliam:- thanks for breakfast lami:- please help yourself master jamile:- serve them food (then pokeri and velliam start eating breakfast and other maid doing their other work) velliam:- you have hot face but your name not suit for it pokeri:- I also think that so tell me what name I pick velliam:- what about novsitle pokeri:- it's is a noble name and I like it velliam:- what kind of power do you have novsitle:- I have concentration, fire magic like other noble have and I have level 22 in fire magic velliam:- it's good we

For a moment, as I watch him tame the gigantic werewolf, all seems right with the world. I then regain the ability to think. "I asked you a question." The beautiful man meets my eyes, smiling charmingly. "I've already told you, my name is Samael, and I'm a teacher." Sighing, I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but what species are you? I've never seen any dragon-shifter use magic like yours." "Oh, is that, right?" Samael smirks. "I take it you've met plenty of dragon-shifters then?"

I just kept my eyes on him. His body stiffened, eyes darkening as the spark passed between us again. That irritating, glorious surge of magic that told us what I had been trying to fake. He felt it, even if he hated it. His grip tightened, the spark buzzing under his palm where my skin met his. Good Mother didn't know how to play her game. I really did wonder if she really did find her mate or it was just a game that she was playing all along. He tensed, jaw clenched, and I looked up at him, barely holding back the grin. That’s right. You feel it, Damon. No matter how hard you try to deny it, you do.

“Dysnomia, daughter of the witch wolf hybrid Althea and the dragon prince Einarr, host of the wolf spirit Pseudea…“ “Now you need to correct him,” Aminta hisses. “Gamma Magnar, my wolf has asked me to set the record straight, her name is Aminta not Pseudea,” while I speak I keep my eyes trained on Zared. When I mention Aminta his eyes go large and a look of shock and anger crosses his face, but he remains silent.

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.

Little Puffy wanted to run away quickly, after all, it was too dangerous to be with the big boss. "Why are you looking for my wife? I haven't finished asking! You just fooled me, and you haven't answered me yet. What is the purpose of coming here!" Morgan insisted. Little Puffy spread his hands, "Big boss, I have already said that I am a fairy group, a fairy group with magic and mana, why don't you believe it? I dare not lie to you. In fairy group, if I lied, I will lose mana, which is the biggest punishment.”

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

Alice ----- Paimon got a little weird when he suddenly left. He just mumbled something about going back to Hell, then started jumping and cursing like his ass was on fire. I figured maybe something bad happened to his family. Or his Hell pets. Do demons have pets? Probably something scaly and venomous. One thing’s for sure—Paimon’s the secretive type. He never tells me anything unless he’s forced to. I know it’s none of my business, but I wish he’d give me a heads-up before acting like a deranged goose on fire. It’s exhausting.

- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.” “There are levels of dark magic practised for humans, but for inter-real hybrids like me, we are not limited by mortal standards. Let me clarify, I was half-human, half-demon, but by practising dark magic, I lost most of my mortal traits. I mean, I can imitate them, but they are mostly lost. Dark magic works on a give and take principle.” “I am not actually ‘here’ per se, you see, I am simply a tracking mechanism so that when the real ‘me’ spots you, he can read my code then understand the nature of the deal we made. After all...”