Magic Lover Bl Novels & Stories

She was not sure if the duchess would be able to control her magic. “You really made me angry, Mage Laya.” Magnolia uttered before she blasted her flames toward Laya. The mage barely had time to form a protective barrier around her. The blast was so powerful it shattered all the windows behind Laya. “Your Grace,” she yelled so that her voice reached Magnolia over the sound of the flames. “I was only pushing you to make you angry, so that you can tap into your magic.” Magnolia did not move, but Laya felt the fire decrease a bit. “I promise,” she added.

“Why on earth should I be?” “Most people don't like magic.” He contemplates my words. “Most people are ignorant idiots. Which pack are you from anyway? Are you a hybrid?” The question along with his statement makes me scared, and I do not want to answer them at all. He seems really determined to make me his Luna, and this conversation is getting dangerous.

I vaguely remembered Derek forcing me to take some of his blood, but it seemed to be a big deal to the Council. Derek shook his head, "No, I didn't say the words, nor did she. The bond is not complete." "You and Ms. Sparks are now lovers, is that correct?" Derek shifted uneasily, "Yes. That is correct." Robert raised an eyebrow at him, "And is that a result of the partial bond you formed?"

When they got to his apartment he opened a window to let some fresh air in then showed her around, letting her feel things. “It’s small but very cozy, I like it,” she said, putting her arms around his neck. “But you haven’t shown me the bedroom.” “Oh, you don’t want to go in there, it’s messy.” “I’m blind, remember?” She reached up and kissed him, pressing her body into his. “I want you to make love to me in your bed this time.” The way she was kissing him and the way she was rubbing against him got him hard. Picking her up he carried her into the bedroom, laying her down he started removing her clothes. Three hours and two orgasms later he was finally done, totally worn out.

He pulled her closer, using his bright eyes to see right through her. “No, I did nothing. I was just… I was just trying…” Clara stammered, unable to speak a complete sentence. She was so close to him now that even if she moved a little closer, it was almost certain that their faces would touch. Also, because of this distance, she could feel his breath very clearly. She could feel the faint scent of mint shower gel from him enveloping her. She could see his eyes as beautiful and bright as the stars. A pair of beautiful gray eyes. It was those eyes that made Clara so crazy that she couldn’t speak.

Alaric nodded his head and said, “I did at some point in time, but then I had met a few. Five, to be exact. Three of them wanted my money, the other stole my money and now you, someone who lusts for my love.” Valentino burst out laughing and nodded his head, “Yes, that sounds perfect, Envy’s Lust for Love, a perfect title for a story.” Alaric nodded in agreement and asked, “Anymore questions?” “Yes, what creature are you?” He asked as he thought about it. Since he met Alaric earlier until now, there was this regal air around him. “I am an Elf, mister Silver,” Alaric answered. “An elf? What is that?” Valentino asked.

I was trapped, and yet there was something intoxicating about being this close to him. Then Elijah turned his piercing gaze on me. My knees weakened under the intensity of his eyes. He took my hand and whispered, his voice low and almost velvet in its danger, “My dear Liam, from the first day I saw your mesmerizing eyes, I knew you were the one for me. I was captivated. Today, you are not going to run away. Don’t even think about escaping because it won’t work. I have risked everything for you. Our mafia does not support gender-to-gender marriage. Any violation, and one of us would die. I defied the rules for you. Now you will give me everything—your body, your soul, everything—and accept th

Do your worst, so forgive me and let me fuck you tonight. My pussy walls contracted, the greedy bitch. “Let's see,” I breathed, desperately clinging to my dignity. He took a step back and slowly released me. — Have fun, beautiful. Feel free to send me photos. My number is in your phone. “That was presumptuous,” I said smartly. — How did you save it? Il Diavolo? Faust's mouth curved into a mischievous smile. — Il Trombamico. That's what all the kids say these days.

- the words that come out of the witch's mouth seem to have an echo, reverberating around us. — With blood and fire I Thee send ...With blood and fire I Thee send ... —To the place where you belong… Where you belong... — Hoping that my future bends ... I see shooting stars fall, they descend like raging balls of fire. The world convulses, the walls of the Villa seem to close in on us, thunder, lightning and sparks rain down, the witch and my lord writhe in pain as the fire is replaced by a blinding red glow. — Se agapó mikrí mou mágissa . – I hear my lord whisper and my vision blurs.

As per the advice he’d gotten from the priestess, he returned to the site of the incident to check if there was anything different. His eyes scanned the road, though to the naked eye it looked normal; it was different for his sights. Now that he focused, he caught something that was so unnoticeable nobody could have noticed it. There were faint traces of glowing blue specks on the dark asphalt, signs that somebody used a spell or magic on that place. They followed it, paying close attention to every small glow. But then he turned silent upon reaching the crossroads. What boggled him was the fact that the trail ended within the boundary of the town’s road. Which suggested that whatever happen