Magic Flower Tangled Novels & Stories

Flames sprang from the center and with each rotation they tried to escape from the vortex in which they were trapped. Taryn turned and looked at Elhias. He had his eyes fixed on the whirlpool, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, but inside the irises a particular light was. Taryn could swear that his eyes had changed color. A note of white and red, like a flame and a light wind. Elhiàs snapped his fingers once again and the reel rose from the table to hover in the air, until it disappeared with a slight explosion, releasing sparks of fire that slowly, carried by the light breeze, fell until they reached the ground.

Chapter 9 Most times, the most difficult moments in one's life are when you are in a dilemma to make such risky decisions. As I lay restlessly in bed all night, lost in the depths of my thoughts, I weighed the precarious odds and potential benefits of my situation. The tangled web of relationships had captured me completely. Mr. Blackwood's relentless pursuit continued incessantly, despite our familial ties. His persistence both intrigued and unsettled me, casting shadows of doubt on the affinal bond we shared.

I gripped the sheets as he was making me lose it with a tongue that kept doing rapidly crazy movements that I couldn't keep up with. At that point, I was trying my best not to let out a scream as that could get the attention of some of the maids who were still around doing their shift. It was the hardest thing to do at that point, as Aiden seemed determined to take me out of my body with what he was doing. “Aiden…” I gripped his hair in a bid to anchor myself a bit. He probably wasn't going to stop until I would explode like I had done the last time.

Another said Craig's eyes bulged out, and he clenched his fist. "What is her name again?" Another said. "Cathy! Yes, Cathy!" The other said they were six, Craig pushed the one that took Cathy's name to the wall, he pressed his throat, he tried to free himself but he couldn't, he did not see anything again, his eyes were clouded with blood, his fangs were longer than normal, he was looking strange yet handsome.

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

We were the only two left unaffected by the spell, I tried to concentrate on the spell as it needed alot of attention, it was hard doing so as we had a missing person at the back of our mind as well. "What spell is this?" Jane asked as she lited the candles " It is an old dancing spell, they'd all dance till they get a cardiac arrest and you know-" " Die." Jane completed whatever she was trying to say. "So do you know how to reverse it?" She asked. "Well I can try." I turned and Whispered to her. In a way I could understand that as much as I wanted to find Neil, I couldn't do it without them. I was trying all I could not to cry, as I could feel the pain haunting me deep down.

Twillow gave her a small wave and came close to the bedside. "She a winged fae...not a angel." Leon explained to his baby sister with authority.+ "You must be Fina?" Twillow asked gently. The girl hid her face in her brother's shoulder shyly. Twillow smiled and looked at the wall where a couple white crystals sat. They were emitting a small bit of magic glow. Delicately, Twillow took one of them and held it. The crystal reacted to her by glowing more brightly. Both Leon and Fina were now watching. Twillow held her hand over the crystal and wiggled her fingers in an almost dance-like motion to pull at the magic within. The crystal responded by growing up and then branching out until it formed

His hesitantly brings his fingers to my tattoo, his touch ghosting over my skin. I scrutinize the tattooed letters on his fingers. A, M, L, R, O. They don't spell anything but here I am, telling myself that they probably stand for something. He's barely touching me but my entire body is on fire, I want his touch so bad it hurts my chest. I feel like I'm trapped in a small box and I can't breathe or move or think. Our eyes lock and I realize that we're both panting, chests heaving, fucking electrifying.

For the first time, they gave in completely to the fire that had smoldered for years. Afterward, they lay tangled in sheets, sweat cooling on their skin. Cassian traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder. “I meant what I said in the garden,” he murmured. “I’m falling for you, Elena. This—us—is the only real thing in my life right now.” She kissed his chest, right over his heart. “Then we face this together. No more lies. Not between us.” A knock interrupted their fragile peace. A staff member delivered an envelope marked urgent. Inside was a single photograph and a note.

He asked I huffed, “Whatever.” I looked to Tasha and signalled for us to leave. As I turned to leave, he grabbed me suddenly and pulled me closer to him. My heart raced as I struggled to free myself, but his grip was strong. I could feel his breath hot on my neck as he bent down and sniffed my hair. I froze in shock, unsure of how to react. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Was this some kind of bizarre mugging? Or was it something even more sinister?