Magic Light Novelas e Histórias

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

When I was sure Bri was satisfied, we headed back to the tree for our clothes and shifted back to our human form As we headed back to the pack, a little girl ran to us crying. "What is it dear?" Emma asked, confused. "Please Luna come and heal my mother, she has been down with the illness for some time now but today she got worse and can't even speak". She said amidst tears. "Let's go," I said. We both follow the girl as she leads us to her house. We get to the house to find the girl's mother on the bed while her father wipes her body. He steps away as he sees us and I walk up to the woman. "I don't know what to do". I say to Bri confused. Place your hand on her chest Bri replies. I place my

Since Leander didn't want to join us, I take my daughter and we walk through the lights, oohhing and ahhhing about how beautiful they are. When we get back, Briella curls up in Richie's arms, laying her head on her shoulder. She's getting tired. “It’s magical, isn’t it?” Madelyn says, looking at the lights. We all look at Maeve. “What?” Madelyn asks, looking at Cayd. “Uh, Maeve’s a witch.” “Well, I don’t know exactly what that means, but I do know beautiful, magical lights when I see them.” Madelyn says, as Cayd sits behind her, pulling her against him, rubbing the side of her stomach where she had been absently rubbing a few moments ago.

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

I clear the coffee table and smooth it flat on the surface, weighing down the corners with crystals: obsidian, quartz, tiger’s eye. I grab a small clay bowl and place it beside the map. In it, I add a pinch of mugwort, a dried sprig of yarrow, and three drops of my own blood. The mixture smokes faintly as I light it, the scent sharp and ancient, filling the room with the feeling of something waking. I close my eyes, press both palms over the map, and whisper the incantation, soft but steady. "Reveal the magic left behind, Show me paths that fate aligned,

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

Bone cracked, but it didn’t falter. Above, Daryl reached a ledge and pulled something from his cloak — a vial glowing with sickly blue light. Even from here, Killian could taste the metallic tang of concentrated blood magic. He hurled it down. The vial shattered at the creature’s feet, and the blue glow surged upward, tangling with the red in its veins. The Bloodforged froze, muscles twitching as if caught between two masters. Daryl dropped from the ledge, landing beside Killian. “Now!”

Miranda felt the temperature around her rise until her whole body was sweating. So hot, almost unbearable. The woman noticed, apart from the purple glow, a golden yellow light also dominated her, even brighter and almost like the heat of the sun. The glow in Miranda's hands shrunk to the size of a marble, then popped like bubbles. The magician turned with his head up, then was stunned with wide eyes. The perfect circle in the sky was no longer black for some time, but all of its light was only directed at Miranda, it looked like a glowing bridge to heaven.

When I enter, I quietly close the door behind me and fish for the lock in the darkness, my hands shaking so much I almost give up and cry. Once I've finally locked myself in the dark room that I have no idea of what it's purpose is, I run my hands over the wall and find the light switch. All the lights flicker to life in an instant and a rather large movie room is revealed. Even with all the perfectly laid out blankets, comfy-looking chairs, a gigantic movie screen and a snack bar, the first thing I notice is the 'emergency exit' sign and it's bright red lighting.

Sliding up the side of the shack as he cradled his pained shoulder. “More fine, now.” Magus had stepped back from the structure, facing it as he crossed his forearms before him. He slowly unfolded them. Leaving what looked like a green rainbow in their wake. Brighter lights glimmering from his fingertips as he curved them in his concentration. His face written with tension and his lips murmuring as he whispered words too low for even my wolf ears to catch. Then he sent out a streaming green light from each hand, which wrapped around the base of the shack in both directions.