Magic Tags Novels & Stories

, I said standing tall straighten my shoulders, I could see Damien in the back shaking his head, he already knew I had the shield up. "You cant handle my best shot", Maggie replied with a smug look. "If you say so, try me", I said hugging my shoulders. "Ich fordere die macht der dunklen magie im inneren auf, sich zu entwickeln, Asche zu Asche, staub zu staub bringen dieses madchen zu bode, wo sie herkam", (I called on the power of the dark magic inside to come forward, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust return this girl to the ground where she came from)Maggie chanted, the air around us changed, I looked at her while she was chanting, her eyes closed and she was focus, but I knew nothing will happ

CHAPTER VI: Trouble Young Marc’s eyes widened with anger. They were on fire and he seemed to want to destroy everything he could see right now. This is bad. The Sagittarius symbol is glowing on his forehead. Note to myself: Never provoke that kid. He's way too dangerous. “This is really bad,” Suzaine worriedly uttered. Yeah, it is. The magic flowing around rapidly increases as time goes by. It's going tremendous. “How dare you hurt my beloved pet, Poly! This is not a playground for the two of you, idiots!” Marc, the kid, angrily shouted.

I hated the fact this was the way I was going to mark our mate. Gripping her head, I plunge my teeth in Jase’s mark covering it with my mouth. Maggie’s scream pierced through me and struggles under us as she is filled with pain. I suck on her neck waiting for my teeth to pierce the new skin below the mark. I pull my teeth out and plunge in again harder, double marking to make sure it remained. I looked down and realise Maggie had another mark on her thigh, which as healing a lot quicker.

"You know…the mating bond is one of the highest forms of magic…magic set into place by a goddess." She raised her hand to my throat and I stood unnaturally still, in fear that she might strangle me to death…but when she touched my skin, I found her caressing the spot on my neck where Cameron had marked me instead. The skin was healed, but Cameron had told me that the mark was going to be visible to other supernatural beings. But now that Maggie was caressing that area, it felt like my skin was burning instead. I flinched away from her touch, but that made her smile grow bigger.

Mago is a broken man, and I’ve decided to be the temptress who puts him back together—whether he likes it or not. I went for a casual look: faded jeans, a white tank top, and a messy bun that I perfected after a dozen attempts. A touch of lip and cheek tint and a quick swipe of powder completed the look. Not too much—I didn’t want Mago thinking I was trying too hard. Subtlety was key in this game, though it felt ironic since my heart was basically doing cartwheels at the thought of seeing him again.

Just seconds ago, he promised me he wouldn't contact Kaia again, yet one phone call from her was enough to pull him away. How was I so enamored with such a man in my past life? A man who was deceitful, full of lies, and without honor. I picked up my phone and sent Chris a message. "I've set the date to sever our mate bond. It will be during next month's full moon." In my past life, next month's full moon was supposed to be the day Chris and I got married. Since the bond between werewolf mates was strongest during the full moon, I chose this date to show Chris my determination and my resolve.

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

I don’t fucking need you and would be better off without you. It was the work of an internal binding that we had yet to find a reversal for. Its magic always took hold whenever someone would get to close to what it was binding. That included mentioning it or even alluding to it. The magic was a diversion-based one and seriously powerful. It had to be if it was going to be an effective cage. It would take hold of him, making him lash out in an attempt to keep others away. Said magic then pushed out towards the target, ‘encouraging’ them to back off.