Magic Series Novels & Stories

The muscular slender man was sucked towards the sword of Genesis, then seeing all the memories of the enemy he has slain, his expression seems confused and shocked at the same time. “Necromancy.” Genesis’s thought. [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Mechanical Enterprise Div. - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:00)] The Mechanical Enterprise Division’s Site has a hot atmosphere, forging blades, making weapons and shields, armours, making reserved cannons, arrow production and everything that has a connection towards battle and Sewers maintenance. Martha, Claude and Clark are with Jin’s Buster Sword. “Alright, we are finished with the rust cleaning. Alright! Let’s start adding more metal scraps t

She quoted words from a romance movie she watched a thousand times for her vows. Victor's wavy black hair was gel to the back, his grey suit hugged his body, his brown eyes deceivingly looked pure. He had a slim thick structure, 5'9 ft tall, broad shoulders and bow legs. Damn his figure was perfect. His smile was perfect, everything about his outward appearance was breathtaking. He would have fooled anyone and is fooling everyone. They say the devil was one handsome geek. Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did.

I can only see his chest, covered with black clothing to protect his identity. Moments pass and I notice his chest rising heavily up and down. Is this the moment he kills me? I shut my eyes and think of everything that brings happiness to my life. Jake, Ivory, Trish, Tobias, The Big Bang Theory, cheese pizza, Nutella... "Open your eyes." I obey his order, opening my eyes slowly and lifting my head. I expect to find myself staring down the barrel of a gun but what I do find myself looking at is something I never expected.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

I glare up at him, daring to challenge his hungry eyes even if it's one against five. "You won't touch anything." I hold his gaze, irritated that I have to crane my neck to see his face. Being short is a damn curse. He chuckles and nods at his friends, who appear behind him with scary-looking smiles aimed at me. "That's where you are wrong, kitten," The guy with the shades says, smiling wickedly. His lips are cruel. "We are five against one, and last time I checked, you aren't good at using your magic against werewolves—I saw alpha Blake repel your magic. Now, we aren't as strong as an alpha, but we are still five people."

Cassius offered me his hand and I took it, letting him help me to my feet. Taking a moment to compose myself, I ran my hand through my hair and scrubbed my face before turning towards the members of my pack. Everyone watched me wearily; I could feel that their morale was breaking. Especially Sage and Arlo. They looked miserable as they stared at their feet with tightly clenched fists. A twinge of regret stirred in my stomach. When I thought about how she had just disappeared into thin air, I remembered Selene's magic. I never thought she would have used it against them like that.

They stood looking into each other’s eyes, frozen to the spot, then they were kissing. “Oh, shit! You didn’t see that one coming, did ya, Superstar,” Jessica said loudly, and I literally saw Kiran go pale as he watched them. Levi was watching Kiran, and he took half a step forward in William’s direction. I kept a close eye on them. Levi was ready to intervene if Kiran did anything, and it would be interesting as hell to see. The two of them fighting? It would be an epic fight, because Kiran couldn’t use magic against Levi, it didn’t affect him at all. I looked at Gunnar, and I knew he was hurting. He had loved Saga for as long as I loved Kari, and she had just imprinted on someone else, righ

The outer doors — heavy iron plated with oak — were cracked inward, smoking from whatever had slammed into them. “Wardens don’t use explosives,” Carter muttered. “Then who does?” Killian asked. Carter’s smile was grim. “People who aren’t afraid to break the rules.” The doors gave way with a splintering groan, and figures poured in — half Warden, half mercenary. The Wardens were cold and precise, their mirrored masks unreadable. The mercs were loud, brutal, hacking their way forward with cleavers and hooked blades. Killian’s magic surged to his hands without thought, shadows boiling up from the floor and coiling into serrated tendrils. He lashed out, slicing through the nearest merc’s weapon

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********