Magic And Empire Novels & Stories

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

"Nothing of note, Sire." "Very good." Dark eyes studied us a moment and suddenly I felt like a rat in a maze. "Bring the mutts closer," he bellowed. The guard pushed Rayne and Jesse forward. Edge held us steady but shifted his feet uncomfortably. I kept my gaze on the emperor. "Is your magic working now?" I asked Laeddin barely above a whisper. He didn't speak but snapped his fingers and abruptly my face didn't feel grimy any longer. He smiled and nodded.

Luna had siren eyes with black pupils which captivated him, her thin nose and eyebrows framed her eyes perfectly. “Presenting, Empire and alpha of the Western Empire, Rhode Wales and his prime minister, Brian Cartridge.” The announcer said. Rhode bowed to Richardson and kissed Megan’s hand which shot electricity down her back. Megan had never felt anything like it before. The four of them sat at the long dining table. Megan sat beside Richardson, Rhode and Brian at the other end. The four of them discussed future relations. “Perhaps you could send some international students to our empire, we have an exceptional school for magic wielders.” Brian proposed.

They were wizards, in Kade’s eyes, of making the world of the rich and powerful dance to their tune. He was too young to remember a time before Sinclair and Associates—their first, noisier, more public child, in a sense. By the time he was born, the empire was firmly established, its roots sunk deep in the foundations of the city. It wasn’t until he was a newly-minted teenager that he understood the full nature of what it meant to be at the head of that empire. What it meant to be a Sinclair and to carry so much power, so openly in his name itself.

THE MAGIC KINGDOM Far away, beyond a dense forest and across an island near New York City, lies a hidden, magical realm. This enchanted place is home to a unique community of hybrids-beings born with extraordinary powers. Known as the Magic Kingdom, it is a land where wonder and power intertwine. At its heart stands the majestic Magic Palace, a symbol of the kingdom's strength and the home of its rulers.

Then the woman stepped closer to the shadows, her voice low and dangerous. “We’ve played by Pendragon’s rules for too long. It’s time to rewrite the board.” The tall man smiled, sharp and slow. “And Matteo Rossi just became our first move.” ---

"You mean hoarding it for yourselves. Building your organization on stolen magic and murdered innocents." "Every great empire is built on the bones of the conquered," Marcus said without shame. "That's just the nature of power. And make no mistake, Zayne—the Hunters are an empire. We control more territory, more resources, more pure magical energy than any other organization in the supernatural world. All because we've been smart enough to recognize opportunity when we see it."

Caleb moved like a chaotic meteor made of burning ash, shattering black stone beneath his feet, while Jace teleported from shadow to shadow, skipping the vertical drop like gravity didn’t matter. Up on the roof of the world, the Emperor watched his apocalyptic tide fail against my shield. He sneered, dropped his hands, and cut off the blood-magic flow entirely. Then he turned, facing the two Demi-gods as they landed on his spire. "You think glowing tricks can kill an immortal?" The Emperor mocked, and he drew a thin blade that was perfectly straight, made entirely of condensed crystallized blood. "Let’s see," Caleb laughed, charging forward with a roar that shattered the glass in the surroun

About an hour, give or take. The car finally stops. Voices drift through the air in American accents. Music pulses low, like a heartbeat beneath the floor. We’re in LA. So that’s the game. He’s toying with me. The blindfold comes off. A speakeasy. I turn to the left, catching my reflection in the window. My blond hair falls in soft waves over one shoulder, styled to perfection. My face looks flawless beneath the makeup, and my red lips seem even more alluring.

Scheriziel stared at his excellency and realized his sharp demeanor showed he was genuine in what he was talking about. 'I heard that the empire had haunted down sorceries, and no record of it had even proved that they existed in the first place, but the empire banned everything related to magic. I Haven't witnessed magic myself, so how am I supposed to believe in things I have not experienced?' says a voice inside her brain.