Magic Novels & Stories

"As expected, you look delicious." I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding harder and harder. His skin felt hot, so hot, and his warm breath fanned across my neck. I gasped when he licked my neck. "Mmm...so fucking good." He growled, running his fingers down to my back. He slid his hand down and down until it reached my panties. Without warning, he slipped his hand inside it. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. "It's called a magic hand," Luther whispered and nibbled my earlobe. "Let's see, how long would you be able to stand like this."

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

ACE I stared out into the night feeling a phantom chill race down my spine. My leather-clad hands were stuffed in the pockets of the black trench coat I wore. The sky was dark — not a cloud or star in sight but what else could I expect when I was standing in a city like this? The moon shone its silver rays upon us but even that was murky, the light being drowned out by the city lights that would have held a certain type of magic to it if it weren't something I saw every bitter day of my life.

I fall on my feet “I can’t believe I forgot about the poison. Damn it!” Blood keeps running out from my mouth as I open a portal leading to the realm and crawl in. At the other end the portal opens in the realm and I crawl out in front of Sage Henri and lays there unconscious with my heart beat slowly fading. Sage Henri stands befuddled **********

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The force wasn’t just magical—it was wrong, as if reality itself rejected it. Frederick barely had time to react before Magnus lunged. He moved impossibly fast, his corrupted strength far beyond what a normal body should allow. Frederick braced himself, blocking Magnus’s first strike, but the sheer impact sent pain lancing up his arm. He had no choice but to counter. With a sharp exhale, Frederick summoned the power that had been lying dormant within him—the same magic that had dragged him back from death. His palm ignited with cold blue flames as he struck out, forcing Magnus back just enough to regain his footing.

*heart heart* ~~ Maria thought she could, that it'd be as easy as saying her own name, she already practiced it over and over in her head. 'Your double is my nemesis from Spain,' she'd say, 'he has no good intentions and he is an irresponsible jerk who hit me and saw nothing wrong with it. He also tried to kill my dreams, so please, protect me from all of this. Shelter me.' And he'd pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. Then he'd swear never to leave her side. It was easy, like ABC but now it felt like saying it backward, there was no right way to go about it and there could be too many mistakes, one mistake meant destabilizing the whole of the process, everything they had. She wanted t

he pushes his hair back against the water streaming down from above him. Doing just as he's told me to do, I see exactly what Rebecca told me when she said he was gorgeous. He's strong, lean, inked, and fucking beautiful. I've never seen him without a shirt on before, so I'm seeing the chest piece he sports, and it is magnificent. I've never really been the type to get into men because they have tattoos, but on Trick, it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Artwork covers his entire chest, sleeves cover his arms, but it's the chest piece I keep coming back to. A skull on top of a lion. It accentuates the strength of his core, the strength of the man standing in front of me. My gaze slides dow

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”