The Magic Christian Novel Novels & Stories

Alley and Christian were finally getting our forever. *** If you made it this far then you made it to the end of Christian's and Alley's story. This was the first book I ever published and I know it needs a good edit. Hopefully one day I’ll get more experience and collaboration with writing and can revamp this to be even better. I have three Epilogues left to give you a glimpse of their life in the future years, but that is a wrap for the main story. I hope you enjoyed and don't forget to leave a gem if you did. I truly appreciate all the support. See you guys in my next book!" Consumed by the Mafia is my second and most popular book you can find right here on good novel.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

“Christian, look at what your brother has done.” My body tightened in mortification when his gaze came my way, though he seemed to be assessing the situation more than noticing I was completely naked. His face was stunning, carved from ice into perfection, and the mere touch of his eyes made me recall that photo in Ronan’s office. He was the other boy. Christian looked away fromme and said simply, “She’s a Mikhailov.” “What’s Mikhailov?” the little girl asked. The woman put a hand on her hip. “I don’t care if she’s Satan’s daughter—” “Close,” he responded.

“Christian,.. he’s been caught,.. I just heard it through the grapevine. “ David explains, but still it doesn’t fully register. “Are you listening to me?” Images of blood and torn ligaments flash before my eyes, I see cages and whips, our people being poked and prodded. Maniacal laughter sounds as background noise as the scenes grow more and more gruesome with every passing second. I pleaded with the goddess for a vision, but not this.. this is .. No!! .. Not this! The surroundings change as my sight is pulled away from the horrid conditions our people live in, almost like winding back an old movie, time moving backwards, dragging me back and away from our once beautiful territory, through t

he replies, standing to cut the meat and parcel pieces out of it onto Nico and Frankie’s plates, “it wasn’t really a choice.” I shrug, understanding that, even though I’m still surprised. Christian’s mom was never religious, and neither was my family. We did Christmas, but mostly in a commercial sense, never in a Christ-is-born sort of way. It’s just surprising, I guess, to see a new change in Christian – seeing him become a man who prays before eating a home-cooked meal. What else do I have left to discover about this man who is half stranger, half someone I know as well as the back of my own hand?

Life was gradually turning to all the signs that Death brought. I feel like I’m about to go insane myself, watching him like this. “Noel.” He doesn’t respond. And I hold myself back from calling out his name one more time, as I turn around and quietly leave the room. Even though Christian had told me that it wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t help but think that it has to be. It just had to be. He’d gotten the Plague from Beau, somehow. End of story. He— “How is he?”

Besides, she was almost done with the atonement child when I walked in earlier. Her current book was titled, a vessel of honor. Written by a renowned christian writer, Rebecca Brown. A devoted christian who was willing to go through hell for the kingdom's sake. Her story had never ceased to amaze me, as not everyone who calls himself a christian is willing to go through that much for the kingdom. Most prefer pleasure to actually doing the things of the kingdom and it's really saddening.

She glances at Daryl and then back at me “He hasn’t made you cry so it must have been Christian” Daryl fills her in for me as I watch baby Rudy, his tiny fingers wrapping around my own and when I glance up at Tasha, she was looking horrified, she hadn’t known much about the abuse I had been through. “Why would Christian have a book on it?” “The book was written by the man who kept me as a slave, he knew everything about my hybrid side even though he never said. Christian said something about the book being useful” “That sounds ridiculous” An explosion goes off somewhere nearby and I practically toss the baby at Daryl, I had to find out what it was, I had to protect the babies.

" Do you remember the Christain novel written by The young sixteen-year-old writer, Queenebunoluwa15? " " You mean, Caged: Survival? " " Yes... The novel talked about a sixteen-year-old final year high school Student who got kidnapped by some set of bandits along with her schoolmates... " " At first, I was wondering why she who was a devoted Christian would be kidnapped too... " " Same here's... That proves that being a Christian doesn't completely protect you from being kidnapped along with the unbelievers... " " Yeah... But her being kidnapped Happened for a better reason. "

Christian shook his head and his eyes hardened. “You’ve been in there for two days. You didn’t eat dinner with us last night or breakfast this morning!” “Christian,” I sighed. “I know it seems like a lot right now, but I need to do what I’m doing for everyone.” He shook his head like he didn’t believe me and I wasn’t even sure what to tell him. How did you explain magic and death threats from witches to a six-year-old?