Magic Lover Novels & Stories

"Have you fallen in love?" Recalling Wendell's haggard face looking down at her as he asked the query, Amethyst sharply staggered back. "I'm the Moon Crawler. Love is a malediction to Witches!" Convincing herself, she turned her features away from Liam's lust awakening eyes. Liam smirked with his eyes trained on Amethyst's face as he shuffled back— thirty seconds away from her. .

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."

“We will accept the spirit, Ditiori and the soul, Maga…Arcani spiritus, Ditiori et anima, Maga, accipient…Become the scroll of entrapping spirits…Erit magicae captandi spirituum.” The glooms swathed the lovers in repose. A gasp and sigh were heard. “Maga and Helia, I love you.” Was it Maga and Ditiori’s last breaths? Black dusts and shadows warped unto the scroll in the goat-head servant‘s hands. Maga and Ditiori laid no more on the frigid floor. They had left their baby sleeping peacefully, wrapped in their velour cloak. The incantation written in the arcane scroll had become red like it was written in blood with an image of a lily of the valley and grain had intertwined.

‘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.

The moment the beam of light invaded Damon’s line of vision, his instinct kicked on. Though he did not know anything about a wizard’s space magic, he knew one thing and that was the fact that they got a grumpy arch angel inside the magic ball. His lover’s face flashed in his mind in a split second – Maleficent. Without thinking further, Damon opened both of his palms. This action of his did not leave unnoticed from the apprentice angel, Apollo Sky, who frowned upon seeing the runes around the halfling prince.