The Obsessed Mage And His Beloved Statue Bride Novels & Stories

He unveiled his beautiful angel,who laid lifelessly.he stared at her rosy lips,her pale cheeks and white skin. Jeremy admired his Mate even more. He turned his gaze to the bottle given to him by DEATH,he opened it and moved it close to her. The content of the bottle vanished into thin air and Jeremy worried it didn’t work. He stood beside Lena looking down at her. Few minutes later Jeremy began to notice some movements from her. Jeremy pulled her up gently,he placed his hands behind her neck and the other behind her tights and carried her bridal style out of the mogutary.

"You will be punished for it. " Suddenly he froze. Fragrance.... The scent of blood hit his nostrils. He saw Tashfa lying face down. Why was he seizing himself? Why was he testing himself? He could irrigate himself from her blood but there was something that was stopping him. "Zami" he muttered as he walked away and immediately Zami appeared. He was at his service. "Get her out of here, No harm to her" He stopped talking. Zami's changing color and tightly pursed lips was a sign that he was barely in control.

He asked the wounded friend. Tegan manages to gather the strength to shake his head out of defiance of the pain that subdues his body. With the turn of the shake, he can feel his bones crack within the sanctum of his flesh. "No, we capture her. She was escorted to the cells." The Elder removes the last canister from the left arm and places it with the rest on the empty spot of the table like a foundation. "Surely the king will execute her." The older man spoke in a rather calm and collective tone. A left hand of his flings in the air and his fingers snap. One of those secluded boys stands at the attention of its master's call, like bones snapping at the echoing sound. The boy gets up and wal

She's holding a candle, and to my insanity, he lights up her candle with his eyes. Oh, dear goddess… My squirming starts again but it's futile. There's no way I can free myself and escape these demons. Not without Amber. And sadly, I don't feel her presence anymore. "There are rules to this, Richard. And there are consequences if you do break any," The Mage says, coming to stand between the both of us. But she's facing Richard and her ancient - tattooed back was to me. He nods but doesn't stop muttering whatever it was. His gaze is intently fixed on her and it increases the horror in them.

“They’re not just statues, Vincent…they’re watching us.” The First Bride’s laughter echoed through the chamber, thin and sweet like poisoned silk. She lowered her ruined hand and tilted her head, her veil slipping over her hollow face. “They’ve always been watchful. Every vow. Every tear. Every stolen kiss. The mansion remembers everything that happens within its walls.” The closest statue broke free from its pedestal with a loud crack, the stone groaning under pressure as cracks spread across its chest. It reached out, chains of sculpted marble unfurling into flexible whips.

But he could not do anything to breathe. The rogue mage was stubborn and unwilling to submit because he was confident of his power as a mage, but he realized his foolishness a little too late. Because before he got the chance to declare submission, Lexy snapped his neck. His death made his fellow mages, the ones next to him and even those that were afar from his spot, hurriedly kneel before the royal couple.

Her mansion is purely vintage. The walls are bookshelves overcrowded with books, even the lengthy table in the middle of this space is occupied with books and blueprints of magic—just like how messy a mage could be. I laid the carrier on the table, silently, observing her motions that might seem alarming while she's performing enchantment to Hedwelch and Danteleon.

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.

"Now listen..." Theresa's instructions were much simpler this time. Mariana and the examinees needed only to shatter one statue with their element's basic offensive spell. That meant that earth mages could only use stone missile; for wind mages, air cutter; for water mages, icebolt. Mariana almost choked on her own saliva. Had she never learned from Sir Ignis, she would surely fail this exam. 'I should probably treat him something when we meet again.' "You can only cast once. To pass, earth mages must shatter my statue. Water mages, I want my statue pierced, while wind mages must slice me in half." She walked to the side and yelled, "Start!"

In his eyes, what was happening before him now was a scene straight from his imagination. Before him stood the ferocious minotaur he was facing earlier now covered in many wounds from head to toe and was bound by both spider thread and wires. It was still rampaging about, trying to break free from its bindings, only to fail miserably and cause his bindings to tighten. As this was going on, that half-meter spider was sitting on its back, sinking its fangs into the minotaur's neck, causing it to scream out in agony. As for the spider's master, he was now approaching the mage, which caused the mage to take a step back in turn.