Magic Series Novels & Stories

I am not well endowed on the chest my breast being a B cup I do though know I have a banging body with my flat tummy flaring out hips and nice ass that I can't wait to bounce while i ride Mr Parker's dick. Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this.

"No, it's true enough. It's not something to worry about though. Do you know how hard it is to make silver bullets? Silver birdshot is much easier and a lot more dangerous. Mostly, it's not an issue because the general public doesn't believe in werewolves. Silver bullets aren't in high demand. You might want to keep that in mind though when you're buying jewelry. Make sure you buy gold and not silver." "Why silver though? What's so special about it?" Derek shrugged, "No one knows. There's a lot of good old-fashioned magic involved in being a werewolf. There isn't always a logical, scientific reason for how things work in our world. For instance, how come you'll never have to shave your legs

Lora chased after her deranged brother who was on a murder spree, dropping bodies with every stop. "JRUE! JRUE IT'S ME LORA! STOP THIS JRUE IT'S ME!!!" she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the

Jack came out running from the house with two backpacks in his hand when suddenly he froze and shouted: “SHIT, its Diana” “Who is Diana?” Mia asked the question I was about to ask, but Jack didn’t get the time to answer back. As he opened his mouth to talk, two JEEP wranglers came and parked exactly outside the yard and about a dozen men came out. They were dressed in black and heavily armed with machine guns. “FUCK!!! GET INSIDE NOW. The dome is protecting us against magic only, bullets will go thru” Jack screamed as he pulled me towards the house and I dragged Mia as well but she didn’t budge. She pinned her legs to the grounds.

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

Inside were two sleek automatic rifles. Black. Polished. Deadly. One of them was an M4 carbine with a telescopic sight, laser pointer, and grenade launcher attachment. The other looked like an FN SCAR-L—used by elite military forces. A beautiful horror show. "Isn’t this a beautiful piece of art?" Victor said, taking out the M4. He held it like a violinist would hold a prized instrument, smiling faintly as he admired the details. Then, without warning, he pulled the trigger.

The message hidden within was undoubtedly important, but its contents remained a mystery. As her eyes traced the curves and lines of the symbols, she realized that this was no ordinary spell. It was a form of scrying magic, one used to reveal hidden truths or visions. Her breath caught as she recognized the potential implications. If this spell held information about the recent disturbances in the coven or the identity of the saboteur, it could be a game-changer.

I’ve never been trained in how to use magic. So to wield this much power was nearly impossible. I don’t have the control over it that a seasoned witch like Melania or Bisnonna would. And while I was holding my own, sending out blasts, it wasn’t honed. It was wild and untamed. It was nothing compared to the pinpoint accuracy that Bisnonna used to free Tiberius or as consistent in strength as the blast she sent to counter Melania.

But to their surprise, not only did Carzus let the man go unscathed, he also thought of another plan and dispatched several men to continue the mission. All eyes stared at him, stunned. 'Is this a dream? The emperor didn't swing his sword against that idiot's neck?!' and everyone thought that they were witnessing the greatest miracle in history. But, of course, they were wrong. That was just the appetizer of the miracle that was bound to happen.