The Ancient Magus Bride Novels & Stories

There was an African male on top of her and a fare skin man, with a burnt, melting face, poking at her interior profile with his phallus! I hung my mouth open as they both hopped off, and zipped up their pants. "Please! Help me! I don't want to marry him!" The beautiful child cried out. She seemed distressed and I could practically taste the magic pouring out of her pores. I knew she controlled her black magic very well and that she was a Virgin, which meant a lot to her coven. I was astounded at the act I walked into. How dare they! "Where you guys ATTEMPTING to have your WAY with the poor BRIDE? ALREADY!!" I yelled in disbelief, again in a much more colder toner.

The air shimmered with an unspoken connection, and Magdalene's eyes bore the weight of centuries as she prepared to unveil another layer of the ancient tapestry. "Jette," Magdalene began, her voice carrying the resonance of ancestral echoes, "there are truths that transcend the boundaries of ordinary understanding. Our lineage, intertwined with magic and mysticism, carries with it a unique aspect—one that defines our connection to nature and the forces that shape our existence."

"You understand all. We are saved." Turning to the others, the head magus turns towards my sisters, her golden robes fanning out behind her as she raises her hands. "Like the ancient mother of us all, Queen Stella is speaking in the language of the spirits!" The Magus grins, her yellowed fangs gleaming in the sunlight. "It worked. The coronation is complete." The assembled magi fall to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the ground, their arms to the front, palms up, in prayer as their tails wrap around them. "She is risen, she is risen."

“What’s the issue, Lord Lucian?” My grandpa explained the situation briefly and ordered coldly. “That’s not my nephew’s bride. Break the spell used to conceal her true identity. She's the only one who can tell where Harley is.” Witch Nora nodded once and stepped forward. She drew a circle of salt and ash around the impostor, murmuring words that made the air hum. The power of ancient magic charged the atmosphere with tension, all eyes glued to that witch as every passing second flared our anxiety.

“I did. And I recognized it.” I leaned forward. “Go on.” She hesitated, then looked me straight in the eyes. “It’s a binding sigil. Ancient magic. The kind used to contain or curse someone with... gifted bloodlines. Someone like Aurelia.” A chill ran down my spine. “That kind of magic shouldn’t be anywhere near our lands,” she added. “Unless someone brought it here deliberately.” I stood and paced the room, my thoughts spiraling. “Why her? What’s the point of targeting her?”

But the woman’s face was completely serious. She pulled out a small book from beneath the table and flipped through it until she found the page she wanted. “It’s more than just sex, my dear. It’s the most ancient ceremony of our kind: the Joining. It’s old magic, but it is what our ancestors did to seal the most precious of bonds. It’s what our kind has always done when they find their mate.” She showed me the page. It was covered in diagrams of various sexual positions. A man and a woman tangled together in an array of poses. I blushed, but didn’t look away.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

The chandelier above swung violently, though no wind stirred. The air grew heavy—thick with something old. A magic that wasn’t mine. A presence that filled the room like black smoke. Alika’s body lifted slightly off the settee, her hair rising as if underwater. Her lips moved— But it was Morrigan’s voice that came out. > “The vessel breaks, the bride awakens. This time, the throne shall not remain empty.” “No,” I said firmly, stepping forward. “She is not your throne.” I grabbed the silver blade again and slashed my palm, fresh blood spilling.

Her fingers gently traced the surface of a peculiar crystal orb, a relic said to hold the wisdom of the ages. “Elder Magnus,” she greeted with a knowing smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” Magnus bowed respectfully. “Elder Seraphina, I have uncovered something of great importance, something that pertains to the very essence of our coven’s magic.” Seraphina’s cerulean eyes sparkled with curiosity. She knew that when Magnus spoke with such earnestness, it was a matter of profound significance. “Please, share your findings.” Taking a deep breath, Magnus began to recount his discovery regarding the stone of Utah and how its magical resonance might hold the key to breaking th

It's as though he's reveling in the shock he's caused. Alec, standing beside me, still appears disturbed. He's ready to act, to shield me from any potential harm, but with the wedding ceremony in full swing, there's little he can do to change the course of events. The mate bond may have been severed, but our connection persists, an unbreakable thread between us. "What just happened?" I finally manage to ask, my voice trembling. Magnus's gaze doesn't waver. "Magic, my dear. Powerful magic," he replies cryptically. "But let's not dwell on that. We have a wedding to celebrate, do we not?"