Magic Lover Bl Novels & Stories

Across from her, a cloaked magician sat cross-legged. “Austin has found his mate,” Ariana said, dropping a strand of hair from a brush onto the table. “Here. Use this. Do a little magic. I need him to believe I’m the only one.” The magician’s face turned pale. “To tamper with a mate bond... it’s a sin against the Moon Goddess. I can’t do it!” Ariana’s smile faded. In one swift move, she grabbed the magician by the neck and squeezed, her voice low and deadly.

I rolled my eyes before turning back to Balor just as he blinked his vision clear from whatever he saw. "I can tell you that the book's magic is useless against her. Her magic keeps it blind. She is old magic and will be hard to track, especially now that she is heading into the dragon realm." Balthazar cursed under his breath. "Why is she heading there?"Apollo asked. Balor shrugged his shoulders.

Especially since she clearly remembered that time her brother had been scared of Levi. Levi might have all kinds of issues, but actually, he is a very loyal person. If he had any romantic feelings for/attachments to Maery, he wouldn’t have fallen for Noah that quickly. Or realized the nature of his feelings and decided to get together with him no matter what. Also, it would be a bit illogical to expect a slag who had cheated on his significant other before to not do it again. And I don’t do slag MLs in this story. They might be all kinds of crazy, but they are all very loyal, obsessive, and possessive towards the one they love. And while they might have other romantic entanglements before me

I rolled my eyes before turning back to Balor just as he blinked his vision clear from whatever he saw. "I can tell you that the book's magic is useless against her. Her magic keeps it blind. She is old magic and will be hard to track, especially now that she is heading into the dragon realm." Balthazar cursed under his breath. "Why is she heading there?"Apollo asked. Balor shrugged his shoulders.

"The curse... it’s contagious if you touch it too long." "I don’t care," I snapped, and dragged him to the bed. "ZOE!" She burst in 2 seconds later, already holding bandages and a silver dagger. "Alpha, the healers said—" "The healers can’t help," Victor cut her off. Blood was at the corner of his mouth. "It’s old magic. Priest magic. Only the Moon Mirror can stop it." I pressed both hands to his chest. White light poured out of me, the same light that broke the dual bond. It was warm. It was mine.

The sound shook the glass in the windowpanes. Morgana did not flinch. Spinning around on her heel, she hurled the sphere of dark magic directly at his chest. Moving with blinding Lycan speed, Godric did not dodge. He threw his massive body forward, taking the direct hit just to keep the blast radius away from me. The violet fire slammed into his torso. A sickening sizzle echoed through the bedchamber as the magic scorched his dark shirt, burning straight down to his flesh. The smell of charred meat filled the air.

His shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar. His dark hair was swept back, yet somehow still looked windblown, as though he'd just stepped out of a convertible after driving along the French Riviera. "Mr. Torrens, how are you?" Amer Len's French accent flowed smoothly through the speakers. "Please, call me Albert. I'm doing well. And you?" "Very well. Very well indeed. I'm looking forward to celebrating our deal tonight with some wine and perhaps a little romance with my wife." Albert's cheeks turned slightly pink.

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

The vision shifted once more. This time, it showed a memory from two years ago. Maverick lay in bed. His face was a sickly, leaden gray, and a sinister black miasma radiated from his body. A rare magical parasite had been planted inside him, slowly devouring his life force from the inside out. The healer had shaken his head. "Only the Flame Lily from the Forbidden Valleys can save him," he'd declared. "But that valley is home to a full-grown petrifying basilisk, a high-tier magical beast even an Alpha wouldn't dare easily provoke."

He strives to grab the pebble but Loki kept holding it higher, "This is magic brother, she wouldn't be able to take her eyes off you," he does an idiotic grin to get his brother to vibe to the plan, "But what about you?" He points out and Loki is flushed, "I'll be fine!! It's just a simple spell, I'm not a kid anymore. I don't faint when I use my magic." He defends himself but Mace still mocks him to scorn, "you're the only one that can do it since she's your mistress, we don't have a choice anymore."