The Ancient Magus Bride Novels & Stories

‘Now, I entrust you with the conundrums this wretched world conceals. Clara’s heart hammered in her chest despite knowing that this book might hold memories of terrible things. Things which were covered up. Who knew what she might find out? Clara turned it to the next page, eager to know more. Letters started to appear as if someone was writing on it from inside the book. ‘The Ancient Magic was the very first to ever exist, primitively called the One Magic or Lone Magic. It later on gave birth to two equally powerful attributes—the Sun and Moon. These two were halves that, when combined once again, will awaken the said Ancient Magic.

I asked. “I’m a mage,” she said and went over to her desk. Kendrick and I followed behind her. Merida took a seat on her chair and gestured for us to take the seat on the other end of the desk. She began speaking when we were seated. “Tuhin, Alexander, Pallatos, Verna, and Shinou were the greatest mages of all times. They are called the Ancients because they were believed to possess endless power. So much so that even after death, they rose after every thousand years to gain the power they’d lost, so that one day they can walk the Earth again. But rumour has it that each time they wake, even though their power increases, their physical bodies disintegrate little by little. To address that pr

"What do you mean 'was'? You don't want to be the crown princess anymore? That is why you ran away secretly?" "It's not that I don't want it, but as what I have told you, I need to do some things here because of the agreement I had with the old man. Actually, this 'old man' I'm talking about is the legendary magical healer from the west. Our queen, Queen Romina was poisoned by the poisonous flower Lily of Morte during the day of my coronation as the crown princess. No healer could make the cure aside from the magical healer so I traveled with the princes to the West Evergreen Forest. But unfortunately, the magical healer communicated with me privately and offered me the agreement. He will gi

The whole place was decorated giving it a dreamy look , smiling faces, little kids watching the bride as she walked down the stairs ( Imagine her walking) which each step she lost something that belonged to her . Her dream , her family, her happiness and lastly her old life . The pavillion was set up in a grand manner where both the priest and the groom was waiting for the bride . All the things which were necessary were decorated in a plate which had vermilion , mangal sutra to signify this holy nuptial unholy for the bride . As she sat behind Drake she couldn't help but notice that the man looked so happy as if he was not forcing her at all . Tearing her eyes away she composed herself

He never looked back even when he heard the painful wail of the man to whom he swore his oath. Mary was a mage apprentice during her teens, having learned from the most distinguished magus in the one and only academy of magic, though she had cut off all contact with her beloved mentor and magic itself when she was forced to marry the then prodigal prince Magnus. Finally, liberated from the shackles, at last, the arcane has once again flowed through her very veins. There was not an ounce of guilt when she left her husband for his own, having been more worried over the safety of her own daughter, she rushed towards the princess’ bedchamber accompanied by the remaining guards rallied by her ami

We’re unaware of what we are stepping into. The light grew brighter as they drew near, exposing an archway crafted from interwoven golden vines. Symbols glowed faintly along its edges, and the air hummed with energy. Alric stopped abruptly, his eyes wide. “This... this is ancient magic,” he said in awe. “Magic older than any I’ve studied. It’s not hostile, but it’s powerful. We need to be careful.” Kaden exchanged a glance with Lena, who nodded. Together, they stepped through the archway, their world instantly shifting around them.

“To break a bond, I need the root of the silver bark tree, crushed and boiled. I need soil from the grave of a marked omega. Hair from the bonded mate. And the blood of the one who seeks the severance.” She smiled then, a sharp crescent moon grin that held no warmth. “Good. But you forgot the most important part.” I stiffened. “Magic,” she said, low and slow. “Dark magic. White magic is gentle but this bond is brutal. It needs strong dark magic.” The room fell even quieter. Even the fire seemed to hold its breath. “You won’t break anything without the ancient rites,” Bibi Kamwe continued, moving to the small wooden shelf at the back. She opened a small drawer and pulled out a black velvet po

“It’s simple, really. I need your cooperation.” I scoffed. “You think I’d ever work with you?” “You might, once you hear what I have to say.” His eyes held mischief. “You’re chasing after Celest, fighting your way through hell for her. But do you even know what she really is?” I kept mute and watched him smile at my silence. “Of course you don’t. The great Alpha Magnus, blinded by his own arrogance.” He took another step, lowering his voice. “She’s not just some hybrid. She’s a descendant of an ancient bloodline—a power so rare that most have forgotten it even exists.”

His face grew increasingly troubled as the seconds ticked by. "I... I can't feel her," he admitted, a hint of panic creeping into his voice. "The bond feels... empty." Sarah's eyes lit up. "Brother, I might know what's happening." She reached for her phone. "There's an ancient magic that can completely seal a mate bond. It blocks all communication, location sensing, even... feelings of betrayal." She pulled up a video on her phone. "A friend sent me this earlier. I was afraid to show you because I knew it would upset you."

I gravely warned. Marianne wasn’t going to lose that easily. She ran to my mother. “Ma’am, you have the wrong bride. I am Marianne, the real daughter of Washington! She’s just adopted—not real blood. The contract stipulates that your son marries a Washington!” she crazily said. Mother moved back a bit, gauging the madwoman in front of her.