Three Mages And A Margarita Novels & Stories

I mumbled. Erica clutched her chest and gasped dramatically. “Okay? Vera, are you blind?” Before I could even defend myself, our manager’s loud voice cut through the office. “Let’s have dinner tonight to celebrate!” Cheers echoed throughout the room and everyone was buzzing with excitement. Some people clapped. Some people cheered. And some people stopped with their tracks. “Oh my god, Vera! Let’s go!” Erica beamed in excitement, grabbing my arm and bouncing it lightly.

I stay cloaked when in public and never get close to anyone should someone from the Red Moon pack travel into town. The candle on the table suddenly flickers despite there being no windows, and the scent of sandalwood is stronger today for some reason. "Pick a card," I instruct Correy. Magda moves about silently, serving the men the beer she'd concocted the night before with magic. Correy reaches over, and his hand hovers in the air over the line of cards, waiting for his instinct to select one. His finger falls on one, and he pushes it across the table toward me.

None of them could believe it. Then suddenly They burst into laughter. “Finally!” Bella exclaimed with relief. Margaret let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. “Babe,” Bella said excitedly, clapping her hands, “this calls for a celebration.” Dante smirked. “That’s true, my angel.” Margaret hurried toward the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of champagne along with several glasses. “The way she humiliated us at that party,” Bella added with a mocking smile, “she deserved it.”

“MARGARITAS!” I was already beyond elated about the sleepover, but I’d served margaritas many times to the ranked she wolves in the summers by the pool but I had never been able to try them. I was over the moon! I cheered and clapped just like Cleo, ready to cut loose and have so much fun.

They can only do things like make a little fire, fix a broken glass, or something not very substantial. However, in my case I cannot do any of that. I tried many times to do something out of mage paper but I just couldn't. Only ten percent of the population in Eravia can't perform even a simple sorcery out of mage paper—the most basic sorcery that a pure blooded mage can do, and I'm part of it. Fortunately, through years of practice, I've learned how to dance in the water's surface, a dancing trick Mistress Ursula had taught me. Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right?

Follow Xavier and Erica’s youngest daughter Valerie Ravenwood’s story in The Last Dragon’s Mage Synopsis: [Book 3 in Mage's Mate series, can be read as a stand-alone or as a part of the series] Valerie Ravenwood, the youngest daughter of Erica and Xavier Ravenwood has led an inferior life for the past 18 years what with being a wolfless and a namesake mage. Desperate to prove her worth, she runs away from home after being denied to join the Medeis Challenge, an annual competition held exclusively for mages, and judged by dragons. She follows her elder sister, who has been chosen to take part in the aforementioned competition but manages to lose her way and stumbles, literally, into the terri

I said. "Mackenzie, seems you don't know who you truly are." Sage shook his head negatively. "What do you mean? Do you know anything?" I asked, staring at him suspiciously. "Sage" Daisy shouted and the atmosphere became tensed as the wind blew heavily. I stood still with the two people in the midst of the wild wind. The man stood his ground and same with Daisy. Sage stretched his hand like he did earlier and the red stuff came out again ready to hit us but Daisy stopped it by stretching her hands as well and a blue light came from hers. It met Sage's own midway and they disappeared.

He looked at me and all his happiness was replaced with fear and worry that didn’t match the situation we were in as he said in an anxious tone: “I won Mia, do you know what this means?” I looked at him and my smile faded away as well as I remembered the deal between us. I nodded as I replied: “it means the horseshoe is dark magic” Our eyes locked together ignoring the noise and the people around us as we both realized the danger and the trouble that we got ourselves in because of a stupid joke…

His friendly face turned serious, so I just nodded. "Estelle! What a surprise to see you here." Margaret greeted me, hugging me tightly as soon as she saw me. "Hello, Maggie. Can I use your office today?" I asked, nodding my head to Gabriel, who seemed to be pretending to be concentrating on one of the desserts on the counter. "Of course," she agreed immediately, then leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear. "Be careful, Elle. He is a warlock and he seems very powerful."

“Big day, huh?” Sage turned to see her friend and coworker, Maggie, leaning against the café’s doorframe, a cigarette dangling from her lips. Maggie had the hardened smile of someone who’d seen too much of life to be surprised by it anymore. Her greying hair was tied back with a bandana, and her apron bore coffee stains that refused to wash out. “Big day for vultures,” Sage muttered. “Say the word and I’ll toss sugar syrup on their fancy loafers,” Maggie offered, exhaling a cloud of smoke.