Novel & Cerita Magic Names Male

I remark, taking a drag on my cigarette. “Hecate did not wish to associate herself with your line because, although you have magic running through your veins, everyone knows men succumb to the lust for power far faster than women do. You, Mi Rey, are a sorcerer, meaning you possess magic. The only sorcerer currently in existence in this world, for no man can possess magic save the descendants of Roja.” My eyes glimmer as I stare at her. Magic? I don’t think so…

He was tall and majestic and there was a powerful magnetic aura that compelled respect radiating from him. Before now, I had thought Jax was the most handsome male werewolf. But he paled before Magnus. He had raven black hair just like mine which offset his pale complexion. His piercing blue eyes and regal air made him look older than he was. He blinked and I came back to my senses. I had been staring at him open-mouthed without saying anything. "Umm, thank you for catching me. It's an honor to meet you finally, King Magnus" I quickly mumbled, wishing the ground would swallow me. I hoped he couldn't hear my heart racing from here.

“Not much.” “What do you mean by ‘not much’? You’re not even carrying any magical weapons.” The guy rolls his eyes and takes a note on his sheet of paper. “I will let you join, but are you really sure? It will be a crazy competition,” he warns. “You know how popular the Lycan king is. Most female mages want to be the new Luna.” I nod, perfectly knowing how popular Gideon is. He is so popular, in fact, that he will cheat on a wife who’s done nothing but to love and serve him.

I hear Valeria say, as I glance back to see her move up onto her knees slowly. “That wasn’t me,” I comment, making her frown in confusion. “How are you doing that?” Manon hisses. “She’s not. I am,” says a deep voice to my right. I look over to see a muscular man with mixed-Asian features standing at 7’4” with muscles that even as a lesbian I can appreciate. He’s wearing a black tank top that dips low at the sides and grey sweatpants, and no shoes. He looks like he just rolled out of bed but in an attractive way. He has bright azure blue hair and piercing crimson eyes. Wait, he’s a sanguidae? With magic? Power is radiating off him like a nuclear bomb just waiting to detonate, and I realise wh

Jamie stood there awkwardly alone for a few minutes until she heard a voice, “Excuse me Miss, but I could not help but notice your runes!” Jamie suddenly felt self-conscious and turned around. She almost bumped into a very tall thin man, dressed completely in black with a silver braid. He had long black hair and looked in his mid-twenties. Jamie stepped back and said, “You’re an Arcane Mage!” The man smiled warmly and said, “I am sorry if I scared you, my name is Gwydion. Most people call me Dion for short.” Jamie suddenly realised and said “ Gwydion.. but your...”

His smile was warm as he traced my cheek once more with his thumb. “Blaze is red, Cadmus is gold as you’ve seen, Brodryn is black. You will be a brilliant beautiful deep emerald colour to match your eyes. It will be stunning to see. If you choose to accept all of this, you and Cadmus will make a brilliant and attractive colour pairing.” I blinked and then let out a loud surprised laugh before clapping my hand over my mouth as my cheeks turned pink from hearing Cadmus’s deep masculine chuckle. “I don’t know what to do…” I whispered as I felt the tears pool in my eyes. Magnus wrapped his arms around me and held me to him, shushing and soothing me. He rubbed his hand over my back before pulling

I try to rationalize with her, but it seems fruitless. "It's your faction, Kas. Mavri Magea is Greek for Dark Magic. Nowadays, I think our sisters call us ‘The Dark’. Rude isn’t it? We didn’t pick the name. Mother gave it to us. We are the youngest of the Manae. And you are the youngest of all of us. Mother saved the best for last, I guess. Can you believe she had to ask permission to change the calendar just for you?" she chuckles as she shakes her head at a memory.

“Yes. And so, it’s not exactly unexpected that you wouldn’t know anything about us.” “Well, tell me something about mages, then.” He was silent for a long moment as if trying to think of what to say. “Mortal magic users have a strain of brethren in them, somewhere along the line. Men do not possess magic in themselves. It is introduced via the brethren bloodlines, as it is natural to this world and mankind is not. You would think, the more recent the brethren connection, the stronger the power, but it is not necessarily so. The power is very... unique that way. Some very powerful sorcerers cannot trace their link, it’s so far in the past.”

I was not expecting courtesy from a bunch of wild unhinged werewolves. “What is your name?” I asked the man. “Magnus Steele.”

The air bent around it. The man trembled. Visibly. "Magic," he breathed. "That was eradicated—" "Not eradicated" the Mage corrected. "Hidden." He turned his gaze to me. Eyes like silver coins. Unblinking. "Alpha Damon." I inclined my head. "You are late. And you finally changed your wardrobe?” "I arrived when the Moon required me." Always cryptic. Always frustrating. “Also, I wear whatever I want.” He added. The Mage moved closer to the chained man his presence pressing like gravity. The prisoner began to shake violently now panic ripping through whatever bravado he had left.