Magic Series Novels & Stories

Max warned. “Madeline just reminds me of her. It's her dark black hair and fur. I think that helps me. During a full moon—to have someone I want to protect. That's all. Other than that I have no other expectation from her.” saying the words out loud still hurt. Losing someone you love was never easy but I was an Alpha and I had no right to think about this while I had a clan to look after. Max sighted.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.

“Only mothers and kittens live in groups, and I doubt a mama mountain lion would come back with her babies. So what happened after that?” “He seemed jumpy and rushed me back home, then took off. When I glanced over my shoulder, he was gone.” “Hmm. He does sound mysterious,” she said, looking intrigued. “I’ll keep out an eye for him. What does he look like?” “He’s gorgeous,” I said. “Yeah, you already said that. What else?” “Well, he has black hair to his shoulders,” I answered smiling even wider, recalling every detail of his features. “And he’s got these big, bright blue eyes, almost like he was wearing those

she asked. "The portal for going back to the twenty first century has been closed presently. In the meantime, you have to remain here and fight for the people. You have to become Beatrice completely." Matilda took some time to gather her thoughts together. After a while, the spoke to herself. "Your name is Beatrice and you can do this." Then she turned to Nomar and spoke to him. "Alright then, Beatrice is ready. Show me how to use this magic you said I have been blessed with."

As soon as their eyes meet,the beating of her heart went haywire. It was just a split second but it seems like forever that thier eyes connected. He started ordering and as soon as he's done the other two made their order also. She got busy taking down notes that she didn't realize two pair of eyes is looking at her intently. When she was done she repeated their order again to confirm. "Is that all sir?" She ask. "Yes,for now,"the one wearing a black suit answered her. "I will get back as soon as your order is done,"she said.

I had a sinking feeling I knew who it was against too, because no ordinary group could cause this much damage. "Come on. Let's try our comms and see if we can report back." Sebastion muttered, walking back towards the horses. Being this far out, I would doubt it worked. Our comms where one of the very few sources of magic that worked. Magic had been dead for a long time. They had been banned by Drakos's great great great grand father Malfathicus. So our possession of these items was highly forbidden and was grounds for death. That was why we only shared comms between Sebastion, myself, and the Master.

"I did everything you asked. Now give me my reward." From what I knew of Mizrabel, the only thing she intended to give Sera was a short life. "Oh, you were special enough," Mizrabel said. "I wouldn't have been able to bring Lawson back without the unicorn in you." Mizrabel sent an eruption of magic at the girl, causing her to drop to the ground like a sack of onions. "But I don't need you anymore." I didn't know who to help first. Gabe? Heather?

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

“Elarians were born once every few centuries. They weren’t taught magic—they were magic. They could command both light and shadow. Life and death. And they carried energy so old it couldn’t be traced—not even by witches. Some called them harbingers. Others called them keys.” He looked at me then, eyes flat with something like awe. “They weren’t meant to live long. Most didn’t. Their power either burned them out... or tore the world around them apart.” I swallowed, the back of my throat dry. “You think I’m one of them.”