Magic Lover Novels & Stories

Clara said, making puppy eyes at him. "Sure, I can. You see, during the El que es LUNA festival, a grieving mother used the magic to lay a great curse on a man..." Mathias began narratingl what happened that very night, the day Man Eric Damian became a vampire.

She asked Julian. “Sure. As long as your friend didn’t do anything that will scare the others.” Replied Julian. “No, he will not. He is kind and gentle, he would never do anything harm.” She smiled again. “Thank you, Your Highness.” She bowed then cheerfully walked away. Sebastian closed the door from his seat. While Julian set the tray on the table. Immediately Lucas reached a cup and poured the tea. “Who’s Mago?” “That’s her reindeer friend.” Sebastian gave the answer.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

It was no longer a necklace but more of a mark of his love. A small chocked sob came out as I stared in horror as the white zigzags that looked to be permanent glowed. "Shhh don't make a scene because even if you told him he would not care. Plus it's not reversible and since it's the most powerful love spell to exist theres no way to beat it." The God stated smugly. He was back in my mind and I hated him. "Is everything alright?" Maverick asked me with no hint of kindness or care. He actually looked annoyed.

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."

‘I am supported by higher realms. Indeed, she is. His eyes fell on the dirt that seemed closer to him than she was, wanting so desperately to scream in frustration, yet even opening his mouth is a function stolen from him. “Soren Sterling Stuart—strongest mage on the Wizards’ Tower, Lord of the House of Sorcery, husband of Clara Mair, and traitor of the realms,” she spoke, “that is not as honorable of a title to add, is it not?”

Levi tried explaining but I wanted none of it. "Yeah, yeah. I'm a massive wrench in your plans to be a man whore for the rest of eternity. I get it. You don't have to explain." I could already feel my heart breaking. Mother was wrong, this was not what I wanted for the rest of my life. To be tied to a man who doesn't want to be with me. "You have to understand that as a mage, I do not believe in these infernal things. They are just magic, binding you to another person. They imitate what real love should feel like."

It was all thanks to her mother that she was able to get hold of the crux of the matter and deal with it properly. “ A spell that was written by a dark magic user can only be unravelled by a dark magic user,” Levy explained when Logan continued to look confused. “ The spell that has been cast on Lily is a dark magic spell and this is the reason why only someone who knows dark magic can help her since I cannot look for the pieces of her soul with my magic and you are unsuccessful as well, then it can only mean that her soul has been bounded by something that cannot be found with a normal spell but louster is different, they are created by the dark mage users. As long as we use one of those lo

Up close, the witch's wrinkled red skin looked more like smoldering firewood, full of engravings and small, annoying cracks of light. “From the start I made the mistake of creating Ellinor, hoping to have a loyal companion, but instead created a useless flabby creature! I tried to solve the problem, which was thwarted by a benevolent idiot. Again I tried to solve the second problem and fell in love with the stupid man instead. Do you guys believe? A magician in love!” Miranda laughed loudly, though the next second was silent with a cold expression.

Yet, amidst the shadows of her desolation, a spark of intrigue emerged when she encountered a magic user unlike any she had known before. On one fateful evening, as the moon hung low and the stars seemed to shimmer with secrets, Isolde's path crossed with a man named Eamon. He exuded an aura of mystique, his presence a melody that resonated with the depths of her being. Eamon was not a witch or wizard, but a magic user – someone who wielded the arcane without the trappings of the traditional magical arts.