Magi Serendine Novels & Stories

He watched Killian with fascination, his lips curling. “I wondered how long it would take for your blood to show itself.” Killian staggered back, breath ragged, shadows writhing around him like a cloak. He wanted to stop, but the magic wanted more. His rage was its feast, and it was still hungry. “Seize him!” Averre roared. More guards surged forward. Killian’s vision blurred red, his heart hammering faster and faster until he couldn’t tell if it was his pulse or the vault of shadows in his chest.

"Now." My son, young yet old beyond his years, stepped forward, his slender fingers closing around the scepter of convergence-its intricate carvings glowing faintly under the veil of night. Eden's eyes, two orbs of liquid sapphire, locked onto mine, and I saw the flicker of determination that mirrored my own resolve. He nodded once, a silent vow passing between us. Closing his eyes, he raised the scepter skyward. The air shifted, an electric charge dancing upon the breeze as the scepter hummed with ancient power. A soft luminance spread like dawn's first light, and then, Eden unleashed the magic we so desperately needed.

Pregnancy shouldn’t make me feel as weak as I felt. I was concerned about the courier raven reaching its destination. I wasn’t sure a message was ever sent to Desolation from Vampire Land. To insure the raven found its way and no prying eyes could read my message, I called upon my magic to seal it and magnetize it with Desolation’s vibration. Unleashing my magic within the walls of a castle where a powerful magician resided was risky, but I saw no other way to assure my message reached Gwendoline intact.

With a sense of purpose, she sifted through the contents of the ornate chest once more, examining each artifact, photograph, and letter with meticulous attention. Among the documents, she stumbled upon an old, leather-bound book that seemed to hold the key to Magdalene's origins. The pages were filled with cryptic symbols, ancient languages, and passages that hinted at a lineage steeped in mystical traditions. As Jette deciphered the text, a lineage emerged—a lineage that traced its roots to a distant era when magic and mysticism were interwoven into the fabric of everyday life.

In some perfect reign in the palace, Magno have his stand to rule as a king and have his son Caminito, who was Alder also sitted at the left side of his father while Danie could not expect his proposal for her to become a Queen of Versailles. And with dealing with the curse of a fool and devouring witch, they’ve got to be hiding each others lives to escape from the threat. But with all the brave and to justify, a once trick will always find a way to break curse of beheading people as a trick. Majika’s living her life in the deep forest and have it free from being a harmful wilderness. “Want to be healed?” Argen asked, but was grinning. The necklace was back and how her eyes turned into a red

She was enjoying a cup of tea. A few members from the Emei Sect were there as well. When Abbess Mother Serendipity saw Megan, she smiled and said, "Megan, why are you here so late?" Megan bit her lips and said, "Master, I have completed the task." As she spoke, she took out the Supreme Mystery Scripture and handed it to Abbess Mother Serendipity. The Supreme Mystery Scripture? Abbess Mother Serendipity was delighted to see that. She stood up and took the scripture. She scrutinized the pages and got very emotional; the scripture was genuine.

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.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one enamored with this godlike man. On our wedding night, he received a phone call and never came back. I sat on the bed until dawn, not sleeping a wink. In the early morning, he came back drunk. He calmly stroked my head and said, "You know what's the most adorable thing about you? It's that you're sensible enough not to cause trouble. The Finley family needs a mistress like you." At that moment, the anger that had welled up in my heart was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.