My Romance With A Magician Novels & Stories

Mirabelle Magic, sweet and warm flowing along my veins. The magic of wholeness, the magic of being complete, the magic of being paired with the other half of you. Roman Blackwood was mine. And when he kissed me, everything seemed to blur away. His lips met mine aggressively, one that stated ownership, I let my hands wander to the back of his head, curling into his smooth dark hair. His scent was strong in my senses, letting a wave of peace pour into my body.

“Well, they are handsome but don’t suggest that I should have a fleeting love with them. To tell you the truth, I am still a virgin. Giving that up to a stranger would be scary.” I grin. “Then you can just flirt with them. I will be with you, so any untoward touches will be automatically rejected. Besides, two magicians are better than one.” Ami laughs. “I am looking forward to tomorrow then.”

Robin could find anything on his, and mine can’t find a simple magician. “Nope, but this one is just as important.” “A magician is odd, an hour should be enough.” And that is how I finally went to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that the next time I open my eyes, the magician would be in reach. We’ll go to his show, Asher would smile. The thought of his smile is on my mind as I drift off. He has the most beautiful smile that sends my heart into a frenzy every time I get a glimpse of it.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“I’d like to see what is beyond these lands. And to taste what freedom is like when it can’t be so quickly snatched away.” He nodded. “As you wish, Lover.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. Kissing him for the first time I could recall. Tasting his mouth and savoring the blessed warmth of him. The power of his magic still lingering through me. Colors were brighter. The sounds of birds outside were louder. And somewhere in the distance I could hear the crackle of a small fire and Magus’ chuckle as he listened to our conversation. Magus… *** I thought little of the tale Magus had told at the time. But as that day wore on and I awaited, for the next morning when Magus had agreed to d

My erratic heartbeat took on a frantic rhythm as I unfolded the paper and read the words scrawled on it. ‘Keith, I am sorry for leaving without meeting you, Keith. But you had gone to interrogate Justin, and I didn’t know when you would return. I am going to meet the Grand Magus of Oleander’s Coven. Hopefully, she will agree to heal Kramen using magic. Grand Magus is different from Oleander. She has a deep prejudice against werewolves. So, I don’t know how long it will take me to convince her. However, I promise I will come back as soon as possible.

Sarah listened intently, her eyes locked on Maggie's every word. But amidst the thrill and chaos of the city, Maggie's heart had encountered Raphael. She painted a vivid picture of their encounter, describing a fateful evening when their paths crossed in a crowded bar. The attraction was instantaneous, and they found themselves entangled in a whirlwind romance that burned hot and fast. Maggie's voice wavered as she delved into the depths of her vulnerability, revealing a one-night stand that had left an indelible mark on her soul. That was where everything changed.

Hope surged through me. I ran faster, the promise of safety fueling my every step. Freedom was within reach. But then, without warning, a powerful force slammed into me, sending me sprawling. I crashed to the ground, the air knocked from my lungs. I looked up, my heart sinking. The magician stood before me, his eyes glittering with amusement. He chuckled, a cold, mocking sound. "Impressive, Elena," he said, his voice smooth and deceptively gentle. "I must admit, I underestimated your determination. But escaping me? My dear, that was simply impossible."

As soon as our arms touch, I feel tingles in every part of me, from the tips of my gold-streaked horns to the bottom of my spiked tail. "I've missed you," she peeks up around her long lashes, blushing a dark red as she squeezes my arm snugly to her chest. "It has been a long day." I don't ask her about the ways it was long or hard, just as she never asks me the details about my day. We just take comfort in one another, in being together and sharing our warmth. Neither one of us is without secrets. She works for the mysterious Magician who has traveled the world and seen things beyond my wildest imaginings. I'm sure that her duties require her to say and do things that she wishes she could av

Margaux tried to talk back but then lost her chance when Rome rudely shut the door in her face. She didn't need a rocket scientist to understand why Rome was mad. However, she also knew what she wanted, and there was no way she was going back to the same dirt Greg left her in. Falling for Rome wasn't hard. She easily realized that as the days flew by. That's what made him even more dangerous than he already was. His type was suitable for games but not for serious things. He was a promise of chaos, and she was more than sure that he could damage her more than anyone else once the time came.