Magi Serendine Novels & Stories

Serene answers as she continued to pull off the prince’s robe not caring for the sudden halt. “Why does it feel like it is watching us?” Alexander gritted his teeth as he glared at the thing, having that sense of being pushed down into a cliff. “It’s a very old relic, sire, said to be imbued with the magic from the witches of old.” Serene did not stop along with the other women as she spoke. They continued to place kisses on the prince’s skin while going down on him, their hands slowly caressing each part of the man’s body.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

Now however, luck had presented them with the opportunity to seize The Golden Serpent with the full set of gems. Theobald and Laria had had to put their family at risk to give credibility to the capture. The High Priestess had received a message in a trance from the Goddess Noor, demanding that such risk be taken. The plan was to make a fair attack in the middle of the ceremony, free the captives and get the gems.

We used Adrian's yacht that we both owned and designed it because I thought that it would be here to fulfill the birthday of Serenety. I took the necklace that I had hidden from Adrian before, the heartmoon that I had designed in Paris that I was going to give to Lira but I haven't given it to her yet. Those people's blood boils again and I will make sure they pay for what they did big. It will finally give me something and Heart will be able to do it so I secretly smiled. I love her even for a short time and I will do everything to protect her so I will not rush because she is young.

~ KATALEYA ~ “You know?” I am unable to hide my shock. “Not much, but back when his father terrorised this place, I always felt that his title of The Crimson King had something more to it than simply a self-given name since the wolves of fire contained magic… magic that was not from the Djinn. I had my theories, but it was not relevant,” she replies. But she’s looking at the screen, a slight frown on her beautiful face.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

I took one last look at my reflection, noting the sharp contrast between my pale skin, silvery hair and the striking gown stuck to my body. "Your daughter has shown nothing but absolute disregard for our culture and tradition Meredith! You ought to teach her the right thing. It is a law that all descendants of the Sphinx must and will take the golden yoke and join the Academy Arc! But your brat child refused to attend the ceremony for the golden yoke, meaning that cannot join the Academy Arc and that is utter nonsense!", I listened silently as the Royal Magi yelled at my mother. She was a short and petite woman. I could not see her face because of the red hood draped over her head. Her arms

Always. They climbed for hours, their boots crunching over frost and gravel, lungs burning from the thinning air. By late afternoon, the mist grew thicker—like a living thing wrapping around their limbs and whispering secrets in their ears. “This mist… it’s unnatural,” Serena said, stopping to catch her breath. “It feels... aware.” Theron scanned the swirling gray. “Magic. Old and dangerous. We’re close.” “How can you tell?” He pointed toward a stone marker ahead. The rune etched into it shimmered faintly with silver. Serena approached, her fingers brushing the ancient carving. The moment her skin made contact, a pulse echoed in her chest.

she commented and thanked Elise. The same as the night before, the queen was seated next to the successor of the sultan. Elise bowed to the audience and stood by as Diana took the floor to show her own magic. She managed to materialize a white canvass, and by her magic, she drew something that looked like a meadow with wild flowers, distant trees and blue sky. Then she made it into a 3D-like animation, where the children were happily playing hide-and-seek. Eric shook his head. “That’s boring,” he complained and waved his hand to change the canvass into a large flat screen television, which earned a gasp of awe from the audience.