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INTRODUCTION Ayla is just a simple girl, everyone loves her because of her nice attitude and gorgeous face. Her life is just simple not until she meet the man that will change her life, the man that she will love. She’s even willing to do everything for him, including being his beautiful mistake. PROLOGUE Beautiful scenery and cold air caresses my skin. The different kind of flowers and bird noises gives me comfort. This is the kind of silence I want. I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

August looked at the direction of the girls and he wasn't seeing whatever August was seeing He tapped Marcus "close your mouth bro" "August, didn't you see the beauty that just stepped in August knew he saw two girls step in but he felt Marcus was exaggerating. "Marcus, I saw those girls, but I didn't see the beauty you are talking about" "And with the way you're starring at them, they would think you're a pervert or something close to that" "Is it that obvious?" "I'm already sure they've noticed already" "Don't tell me you didn't notice that guy starring at you" Comfort placed her hand over Fidelia's shoulder

Matilda's head was reeling. She wished she could go back to that evening in the bookstore and reverse the order of events. She would not have performed the spell. She would not have thought that magic was silly and was not in existence. She could do anything to take it back. Anything at all. Now she was stuck here, back in time and she did not know any way of going back to the familiarity of her life in Oxford city.

Once the magic spell was released and an ordinary looking book was changed with a light puff of cloud and I pulled out the ancient tome, running my hand over the worn leather cover. I admired the intricate designs that adorned the cover, feeling a sense of reverence for the knowledge contained within. I opened the book, flipping through the pages filled with ancient spells and incantations. I knew that this book held the key to understanding my limits, and I was determined to unlock its secrets. I started to read the Book of Witch Mysteries carefully, studying every spell, incantation and ritual in it. As I read, I realized that I had been pushing myself too hard, and that's why I almost pas

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

responded Errant. Astasha's mind flew through every possibility she could think of, everything she had studied, every whisper of magic she had heard. Finally, something came to her mind; A magic she had once read about in an ancient and faded book she had discovered tucked amongst the numerous others regarding sorcery that had been left to her by her grandmother. She knew the laws surrounding it, and therefore, knew it wouldn't be favorable with Errant. But despite the limited information provided in the pages, she knew the concept behind it could work.

“Don’t I? We share the same blood. The same memories. Even the same hatred for the ones who slaughtered our family. The difference is — I’m willing to cut Killian open to end this war.” The air between them thickened — not with tension, but with magic. Killian recognized it instantly: blood magic pulled so taut it was on the edge of snapping. Varrow was close, watching, maybe even feeding the impostor more strength from somewhere deeper in the fortress. Killian gritted his teeth and pushed at his shadows again, feeling the voidsteel chains drink them away. Then — there, a slip. A hairline fracture in the links where Daryl’s earlier strike against the Bloodforged had left a dent.

she begged for a chance to see a magical book. "Sure," he said and opened his palm. A worn-looking brown booklet magically materialized in his palm. He put the booklet in her hands. "If you can read magic spells, maybe you still have a chance to learn magic," he said. "However, if you don't have magical blood in your body, you will get a headache trying to read the words," he added. Clarice flipped through the pages, attempting to read the words, but she couldn't make sense of the ancient writing no matter how hard she tried. The more she tries to understand them, the more they appear blurry to her eyes.

I felt the Moon’s pull — faint, reluctant, like it was waiting for me to open a door I didn’t want to open. I gritted my teeth. “Let’s get this over with.” Myra began to chant. The fire blazed higher, its flames dancing white instead of orange. The earth itself seemed to breathe beneath my feet. The power came alive, swirling around me, cold and sharp as glass. But then — something went wrong. The magic hiccuped. The flames shuddered. The pull that was supposed to feel like destiny suddenly twisted, snapping in a direction it shouldn’t have. My breath hitched.