Magic-kyun Renaissance Novels & Stories

Lucan staggered back, his eyes fixed on the bag of coins flying towards him; he caught it midair, a bright smile plastered on his face. "That should keep your running mouth shut for a while. No one must know about it, or else I will cut your tongue and shove it down your throat." Kyron threatened; he moved away from his desk, walking across the tent to a table where a jar of wine was placed with a brass cup beside it. "I give you my word, not a soul will hear of it." Lucan was greatly pleased. Kyron picked up the brass cup beside the jug filled with wine. "Bring the red-haired bitch to my tent." He said, pouring himself wine.

FIRST BETRAYAL. Kiyomi touched one of the carvings. A memory flashed through the water. A man kneeling before a woman in a white crown. His sword laid between them. His shadow standing behind her with a knife. The image vanished. Kiyomi pulled her hand back. “Did you see that?” Hayate nodded. Renji stopped at a collapsed arch. Beyond it, the path divided. One route glowed white. The other burned blue. Raiken stepped toward the blue path.

My heart pounded and my mouth dried up. "I, King Leonidas of the misty falls pack will take Heather as my mate and queen"

A look that was more than new to me. Applauses that went round was almost deafening. “Say something, Luna!” Someone screamed, and I smiled gracefully, as Ryder gave me a small nod. “I'm more than glad to be back to my pack. To my people. I have no one to be thankful to, than the Moon Goddess. I can't exactly remember what happened, or how I got missing. But I'll be finding everything out again, in due course.” “I really don't think it's necessary,” Thyri said loud enough to gain the attention of the whole room.

Startled and relieved, Katie turned around and locked lips with the person holding her. As Centaur arrived, he caught sight of Pascal and Katie Clyde locked in a passionate kiss. Marcus whistled and approached them with a smile. "Pascal, I see you enjoy kissing," he teased. "Perhaps I should buy you some Kiss brand products. What do you say?" Katie Clyde blushed with embarrassment, while Pascal looked at Marcus suspiciously. "What is Kiss brand?" he asked. Marcus fished out his wallet and explained nonchalantly, "It's a deceptive balloon company that partners with many pharmacies."

The kiss was a moment of pure magic. The air seemed to be still, and the world around us faded away. All that mattered in that moment was the connection between us while having such imaginations. I think Earnest is in love with me. I have been building this connection. For a thousand times, it’s seemed like a thousand times worth the wait without him confessing his feelings towards me. I concluded in my mind that a grumpy

They lie at random, who fell where, exhausted, deafened, and Kit's fingers slowly wander from one to the other, caressing quietly and gratefully. Darkness can't... Keith. One. The only one. Ki-tsu-ne. A syllable for each of her men. Three steps up the stairs to hell. Three steps up the stairs to heaven. kitsune Kitsune copper-eyed - Cunning red creature, sweeps tails, Weaves an unreal fairy tale: Promises January Exchange for compliant May, A soulless photo For tenderness and eternal affection. Grinds small teeth In the familiar grin of the gods, I know - it will destroy, not in a year

The slick heat of her when I’d slid my finger inside, the way she’d clenched around me, gasping my name like it was a prayer. I groaned low in my throat, adjusting myself for the hundredth time, but it did nothing. The ache only grew, fed by the phantom taste of her on my tongue. Kiyan was pacing with another scroll, muttering to himself while I tried to pretend I could still read. I’d read the same line six times and understood none of it. “Focus, Aklan,” Kiyan muttered without looking up. “This one’s got something. Look—the edges are sealed with blood runes. Old magic.”

The old silver pocket watch, still warm to the touch. It was real. I wasn’t crazy. As I held it in my palm, a knock came through the room. I froze. The door creaked open, and a woman stepped in. She looked about thirty, wearing a long robe made of something that glowed like liquid starlight. Her eyes were deep brown, calm, and strangely kind. “You’re awake,” she said, closing the door behind her. I took a cautious step back. “Who are you?” “My name is Mistress Kyenna,” she said. “I’m a teacher at the Arcane Lyceum, the magic school. You’re currently in one of our transfer stations.”

The moon was stained with blood, the runes gaped with scarlet scars on the black stones. Kyrian closed his eyes. Ilyana's face appeared in the memories. The image slowly became covered with a scarlet veil and was lost in sweet oblivion. When a viscous liquid flowed over the young man’s lips, he obediently took a sip. Tart-sweet blood scorched my throat, spread through my veins in a fiery wave, throwing me into a cold sweat. Yellow eyes victoriously studied the dying Kyrian. The man was drowned in this gaze, in this Universe. He is ready to carry out any order, follow any whim of his Master. Defeat every enemy and tear the stars from the sky...