My Romance With A Magician Novels & Stories

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

Up close, the witch's wrinkled red skin looked more like smoldering firewood, full of engravings and small, annoying cracks of light. “From the start I made the mistake of creating Ellinor, hoping to have a loyal companion, but instead created a useless flabby creature! I tried to solve the problem, which was thwarted by a benevolent idiot. Again I tried to solve the second problem and fell in love with the stupid man instead. Do you guys believe? A magician in love!” Miranda laughed loudly, though the next second was silent with a cold expression.

Yet, amidst the shadows of her desolation, a spark of intrigue emerged when she encountered a magic user unlike any she had known before. On one fateful evening, as the moon hung low and the stars seemed to shimmer with secrets, Isolde's path crossed with a man named Eamon. He exuded an aura of mystique, his presence a melody that resonated with the depths of her being. Eamon was not a witch or wizard, but a magic user – someone who wielded the arcane without the trappings of the traditional magical arts.

"Let's say I want to play a game. You want to get even to him, right? I can lend you a hand. In exchange, you will let me use you." "In what way should I let you use me?" "You can pretend as my fiancé." I'm shocked but I maintain a poker face. I can't get through this man's mind but I'm sure his thoughts are running in a maze. And I've never liked maze. In fact, I think it's dangerous. His spooky eyes slanting every now and then like a demon cat's made me feel something weird. Like I shouldn't trust him. Like I should be trying the best of my luck to escape him instead of talking with him like he isn't someone who's willing to toss a sack of money just to toy someone he hates.

You see, Rage was an understudy to a sorcerer, the most powerful one in the whole of Brambold town. It was love at first sight for him as soon as he set eyes on her but she did not even gift him with a glance, so he had to do something to coerce her. With some incants he had learnt from the sorcerer's book of forbidden magic, Rina became aflame with love for him. There were stolen kisses and kindled passions. He laid with her and promises were made. Unfortunately for Rage, forbidden magic lasts only for a short while. When it eventually waned, the star dusts fell from Princess Rina's eyes and she could not even stand to look at him.

I went to the window and looked out and took it the beautiful city of Rome. This place had an energy of its own. One I can't explain. I tried to use my magic to close the door earlier on but nothing happened. I don't know why or how but I am certain that something is blocking my magic. I don't know what it is but all that I know is that this can't be good. I don't want to tell Mason or Kathryn that I can't use my magic. I am determined to get that Grimoire and nothing is going to stop me from getting it. I looked up and saw the beautiful stars and the moon, everything looked great and once again I appreciated the beautiful wonders of this beautiful world I have grown to love so much.

Lord Rice," ignoring his suggestion, I removed the polite smile from my face. I have no idea why a magician of his level is trying to win me over, but letting him get close is not in my plans. In them, apart from a short, I hope, conversation, nothing at all is included! “I am listening to you carefully. The magician smiled knowingly and took a pipe from the inside pocket of his jacket. Without asking my permission, he slowly stuffed it with tobacco and started smoking. A typical aristocrat, you will not say anything. There was no point in resenting it out loud, I could only hope that the polite expression on my face had not disappeared. - You have an impeccable reputation, Amalia, - when my

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

The lady didn't. She had a lover already, one of the aforesaid magicians, and was not in the market for another. The magician was powerful and cold; serving one of the greater Demons, and she was definitely not in the market for a demon lover. However good Ginger might be in bed - and to be fair, he was very good - he was Bad News to one wanting an orderly life. Demons brought chaos and upset with them, and sales in her bookshops would fall drastically; Ginger's desperation and lovesick sights were already affecting customers. She had to get rid of him, and being heartless herself, bypassed the polite method: No, thank you, I cannot possibly sleep with you.

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.