Magic High Commission Novels & Stories

Astasha felt like her heart had fallen through her stomach. The High Council, the upholders of all magical law, the oldest and wisest of sorcerers. They would want to know everything, and it was within their power to demand the Authentication of any mage’s story if they were in question of treason. Errant had sworn he would never try to strip her of her powers again, but should the High Council find her guilty of any of the multitude of laws she had broken, there would be no stopping whatever punishment they handed down. "Tasha?" Calder's eyes were on her. He had no doubt felt the despair and fear that washed over her.

Magnus "Stop destroying the contents of this house. I am planning to loot all their valuables and bring it to my estate." These witches have no idea how priceless most of the things are inside this house. High Priestess Celeste and her mate Alpha Blake have amassed a great deal of wealth over the years, profiting from Celeste's magic. She had asked for jewels, gold and rare gems from pack's who required her of her services. Many items in this mansion were antiques, precious heirlooms, given to her as payment for her protection charm. I wanted everything in this house, especially the contents of their vault.

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.

They were scribblings, points hastily jotted down, but Xavier could make out some parts like — 'organisation → humans — mage... human -pawn'. Xavier furrowed his eyebrows. Why was mage mentioned in here? At the moment, he could not make any sense of the documents. He folded them neatly before pocketing them. He slid the 'book' back to its place and went out of the room.

"I can't—" "Shh." I drop to my knees directly in front of her. "Lift your chin." She freezes. I don't wait. I reach out, lifting her chin with my thumb, and snap the cold gold collar around her neck. The click of the lock sounds like a gunshot. I wrap the leash around my hand, feeling the tension. "The concept involves a transfer of ownership," I tell her, my voice dark and intimate. "You don't belong to yourself anymore, Ever. You belong to the highest bidder."

Now, it was time to return the favour. Veronika stepped in front of me and held up the jade token. “I am here on behalf of the four petalled blossom. I seek your allegiance.” All twenty of the members dipped their heads in a bow at the same time, “We accept.” “What in the fucking world is going on here?” Houston snapped in a puzzled voice. “Why are you all bowing to this Bimbo?” “Houston! You better keep that tongue under control.” A middle-aged man dressed in golden robes stated in a cold voice, stepping forward, “The Council won’t tolerate any insults directed towards the Magus.”

He had a vague power of witchcraft on him, indicating that the person was a warlock. Maggie took a glance at the warlock with a victorious expression and said, “No, you people have made a mistake. My confidence comes from this!” She took out a note out of her bag and put it on top of the coffee table in front of everyone. It was an IOU. It was written on it that Henry Assex had borrowed money from Maggie… After the few people looked closely at it, they were shocked beyond words. They could only see a very long string of zeros, with the number “1” at the front.

Lex Magic has a pleasant natural smell. It’s a mix of the forest with the woody scent of trees and the sweetness of berries. The smell lingers around the castle and grounds as the High Priestess sets up the wards around the area. I watch as a canopy of light is built in the sky only visible during the night.

After Jasmine, Dorian, and I had breakfast, I headed down to the conference area. There was a big meeting with all of the supernaturals, where we discussed whose realm would be created next. Once that was finished, Coco came by my office. As the headmistress of the Academy, she was in charge of everything, but she asked that I speak with one of my vampires, a young worker vampire who changed just before I defeated Sharra. The council, which included Professor Pops, Heathcliff, Cindy, Coco, and I, agreed to let Valencia attend the Seven Magics Academy.

Whispers followed them through the halls — not just about the mission, but about what had returned with them. “Something followed.” “The vault isn’t closed.” “They shouldn’t have come back at all.” Killian ignored them, though he felt every glance like a blade. The guild mistress, Harlow’s superior, met them in the council chamber. Her name was Maera — a woman whose presence filled the room like a storm. She looked Killian over once, her sharp eyes lingering on the ichor-stains that refused to wash away. “What did you bring back with you?” she asked. No greeting. No relief. Just accusation.