The Unfortunate Side Effects Of Heartbreak And Magic Novels & Stories

The backlash may even hurt you. I took the vial and looked at Wayne one last time. Relief washed over me. "I want to forget him. It's for the best." Just as Wayne lunged forward and screamed for me to stop, I drank the magic potion in one gulp. A destructive force exploded inside my body. The mate bond between Wayne and me was ripped apart by sheer, brutal magic. Blood seeped out from every pore on my body. Every bone felt as though it was being crushed inch by inch.

Ben hissed, looking around the diner. “What? It’s true!” she said, sniffling. “The forbidden teacher affair! The blackmail! The fake-dating lessons that turn real! The possessive jersey! The tragic misunderstanding and breakup! It’s got everything!” She fanned herself with a napkin. “I’m emotionally compromised.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. A real, genuine laugh. Seeing my trauma through Maya’s dramatic lens somehow made it feel smaller. Less like a world-ending catastrophe and more like a really intense, poorly plotted chapter in my life.

We're bound now, whether you like it or not. "I'll find a way to break this," I said aloud, my voice shaking with rage. "I'll find a way to cut you out of me like a cancer." *Good luck with that,* she laughed. *Blood magic is permanent. Especially when it's sealed with murder.* I tried one more time, gathering every ounce of my will and power. I could feel the bond's structure now, see how the magic held us together. If I poured enough force into it, if I was willing to burn bright enough...

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

There was a moment, suspended, where his touch was compared to Rivyn’s, but the mage’s purchase on my heart supplanted this other’s appeal, and even as his hands skimmed and touched, I withdrew, recalling myself, and pulling back against his grasp. The expression in his eyes changed from smug to concern, and he tightened his grip, tugging me back. I struggled against him, trying to surface, the air leaving my lungs. He pulled my mouth back to his, but I turned my face away not wanting to kiss him again, remembering Rivyn’s caution about threes and the brethren. A third kiss might bind me to something I did not want. My fight was fading, however, as I ran out of air, and he had the greater st

I looked up at her and met her gaze, hoping desperately to find a flicker of sadness in her eyes or maybe remorseful eyes for belling me as the cat, but I didn't find what I was looking for. Instead I found hollowness. “Thanks.” I murmured, trying to hide the pain I was feeling in my chest. We sat in silence before for almost a minute before she continued. “But there is a catch,” she said, turning to face me. Yeah, there's always a catch; there is always a price to pay. “Very strong emotions weaken the magic, and it will become worse if your emotions fluctuate constantly for too long. The entire necklace will break to pieces completely.

The air itself shimmered, the world around us bending and warping, as though reality itself was breaking apart. With one final, gut-wrenching cry, Lucien unleashed his magic, a torrent of power so raw, so destructive, that the earth trembled beneath it. The heart pulsed one last time, a sickening throb that sent a wave of cold through me, and then—silence. The ruins around us crumbled as the magic dissipated, the heart fading into nothingness. I could feel the tension in the air slowly release, the weight of the curse lifting, but it didn’t last. I turned to Lucien, my breath catching in my throat.

I groaned loudly, my dragon’s heartbreaking into pieces as I felt just a sliver of a thread holding my heart in place. They were winning. Whatever he was doing to my mate had broken her. She thought she had lost me, that I wouldn’t come for her. Sadness crept into the sliver of thread holding me to her. Whispers of “sorrys” and “I love yous,” tickled my ears. The black magic was powerful, maybe too strong. Odessa was giving up. Everything was trying to force us apart, no one to leave us alone so we could live within our own happiness of each other.

But I refused to let go. I clenched my jaw, tightened my grip, and pulled. Bridge’s entire body convulsed as I ripped his heart from his chest. A dark, unnatural wail filled the air as his magic tried to fight against death itself. But it was over. The moment his heart left his body, the magic shattered, vanishing into the air like smoke. Bridge’s body went still. His eyes, once filled with arrogance and cruelty, were now empty. It was over. “We won.”

" He said and snapped my neck. I wish I could say that things went okay after that but but that night I lost everything. I lost my magic and I lost the woman I loved. I never thought that I could ever lay my eyes on her. I have looked everywhere for her. She left me and my world came crashing down. After failing to find her, I thought that she might gone back to Cole. I was heartbroken all over again. I never thought I could hurt the way I did. Losing my magic was bad but losing Tabitha was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me. I never thought I would see after so long. Until this moment where she just showed up out of nowhere to make me huge promises.