Three Mages And A Margarita Novels & Stories

“They can’t hold their liquor, but they insist on drinking it anyway. What a waste!” Margie opened one eye, pouting her lips. “As long as I’m surrounded by werewolves, I’m safe,” she slurred, her words slightly muffled by the pillow. “No one can do anything to me. So I’ll get as drunk as a sailor.” We looked down at her, shaking our heads in fond exasperation. It was such a hilarious moment, a much-needed reprieve from the earlier drama. “Good thing you’re mated to one then, because we won’t always be around,” Jor declared. “You’ll have to hold back sometimes.”

Harry questioned. "What about other magic boxes?" she continued. "There are magic boxes?" I echoed in surprise, looking at Maria. "Other magic boxes?" Lisa was equally puzzled. "As far as I know, there are three magic boxes in total: one for the magicians, which can only be opened by a magician; one for the werewolves, which can only be opened by a werewolf together with a magician; and one for the vampires, which can only be opened by a vampire together with a magician," Maria explained.

Trigger warning ~~~Threesome!!! Asher kicked the door shut and turned the key in the lock and raised an amused brow when Lance suddenly put his arms possessively around Maggie’s waist. “I’m joining in. You can’t monopolize her.” Maggie bit her lip to keep her smile in check. They weren’t even started and both men were already competitive. She slowly stepped away from Lance. “He’s right. It’s the three of us.” “You just couldn’t stay away for a minute,” Lance growled.

He nods his head indicating for us to go on ahead. We strode into the club. The Club was full as we expected. “Guys look for a table, and I’ll get us some drinks.” Mila instructed. We moved toward an empty table, and I take a sweeping glance around the club. It’s crazy busy. Mila came back with three margaritas and gave each one of us a glass.

our amazing round of strawberry, mango, lemon and peach margarita shots. - Everything sounds delicious – Susie said. - We can have it all, what do you think? - Roger asked, looking at all of us. - Totally agree. – Said Susie, excited, clapping palms. - Julie? - she asked. - Yeah, it’s fine. – I said with a quivery voice. - Me too. – Liam finally said. And only then I realized that his eyes were still on me.

A sleek blue car was parked out front, and Mira, my twins, stepped out, her arm linked with a tall guy, her mate. Mira had gone to the Eclipsen Pack and found him, James, their Gamma. They looked perfect together, all smiles and easy touches, like the Moon Goddess had handed them a fairy tale. Meanwhile, my mate was Aldric, a monster who tore throats out and haunted my dreams.

That would be bothersome. Spatial spells started to release spatial attacks that targeted the other mage. Their attacks were almost equal in strength, they have to think strategically to outsmart the other one. If they don’t, this will go on forever. They keep on defending and attacking for a few minutes until was able to sneak one spatial spell near his opponent, allowing him to hit his opponent directly. The other guy fell to his knees. The battle continued and winners were announced one after another. First was spatial, next to it is the sound then silver followed by ice. And the battle between three lightning mages has ended a few seconds ago.

I said. “Jack.” Carl laughed. “I just get to serve them to your beautiful faces. Unlucky for him, but definitely lucky for me.” He leaned forward and placed three glasses in front of me with a smile that would melt any other girls heart. I raised an eyebrow and waited patiently as he handed everyone else their shots. “Did I miss anything?” Maggie shuffled between me and Leila, her blonde hair bobbing as she bounced excitedly. “Ooh, so many shots? What's the occasion?”

The steel bells hanging on the door clanked as I walked in and sat at the bar. "Well, hello! It's good to see you again!" It was nice that the bartender remembered me from when I came in with Xander and Elias before. My heart ached at the thought. Maybe coming in here wasn't such a good idea. "And what brings you into this fine establishment on this rainy night?" "Could you make a Mango Margarita with a shot of Amaretto on the side?" I bit my lower lip. "If not, I'll take a glass of wine and a shot of whatever you have."

One of his colleagues, a mage on his left, protested, "We cannot just let them get away!" Another mage on the elderly mage's right sneered viciously, "They're heavily injured. For all we know, those inside might just finish our jobs for us." The three mages were still in a heavy debate when suddenly a few glimmers of sword radiance shone above them. Another troop of mages flew overhead and sped up the path, riding on their swords. The elderly mage in green gasped with horror, "Gods in Heaven, that's the Enchanted Ice Troop! We must stop them! He shouted frantically, "Wait! Come back! Don't enter!"