Womanizing Mage Novels & Stories

I never wanted to see it again. Mama cackled low. “Hush now, bébé. Don’ crack my walls.” The King didn’t glance back. He held Maria as if she was made of porcelain, scared she might break. Her head lolled. Her hand twitched, then curled. First life I’d seen in her since she ordered me to stay. “You’ve chained a King to a corpse with filth and thread,” the female mage said, disgust plain.

I knew it was impossible, but nothing could explain why this woman was here unless the mages were messing with me again. The woman was beautiful, she had dark hair with brown skin. She was dressed in a beautiful red gown. "Hello, Ellis." She said again, " You called me yesterday, sorry I couldn't visit you. When I finally did, you were busy in the throws of pleasure with your lovers. You and William have a wild lifestyle, and I love it. I am amazed those mages are still together." She said with a big grin and the realisation of who she was dawned on me.

Her instincts took over and she fought doing her best to get away, "Don't you dare use flame magic on me!" The mage ignored her cries and chuckled as he ran his hands down her body, eliminating the light cloth garments which were impeding his approaching lesson. "You know if you move too much I may lose my focus and actually burn you," he said as he worked his way to her hips. He had told her a bald-faced lie, he was too well practiced to let a simple lighting spell hurt her. The thing is she didn't need to know that. Instead, he continued taking the time to roll his hands down her hips, feeling the sturdy curves underneath his grasp. The warrior gasped as she felt the cool wind rush over he

I couldn't decipher what it was but it was a human form. I saw a woman who arose from the smoke. She was the personification of evil. Her presence caused fear to fill the entire room. She was decked in a brown mage gown and it flowed down to her feet. Her eyes were green and her lips were painted red. I wasn't someone who would get scared easily but here I was halted in fear and carved in trembling. Her words were like daggers to the soul and her voice was like the sounds of rushing water. As she descended from the clouds and her feet touched the ground, it quaked. This made her disciples, as I chose to call them, increase the beating of their drums. They all bowed to her and began enchantin

My vision became blurred first and then it gradually settled and reality materialized. A beautiful figure appeared before us, about seven meters from our positions. It was a woman, in her mid-thirties and with long hair. Her hair was black but with a streak of blonde. She was smiling maliciously, a familiar smile. She wore normal clothes, a sweat shirt, jeans, and a long shole wrapped around her neck and its ends fell in front of her chest. It was the same woman who appeared before me and Maria in the memorial garden but the place was dark and her face was almost obscured from me. It was maybe their Coven Magistrate who governed this region. They said that this witch of a Magistrate caliber

I kept having bad thoughts about Dylan if he knew my secret until it didn't cross my mind that Dylan would accept me with open arms. "You're not going to report me to anyone?" "What did I do it for? After all, I don't have anyone else I can report to." “Because…because I am a woman, and women are considered a dangerous witch and must be burned alive if caught using magic.” That's what I feared the most. From various kingdom history books I've read, it's said that a woman who can perform magic is considered more dangerous than a man. Although sometimes there are exceptions to female magicians, namely those who want to spend their whole life in a magic tower. And from what I read, life in the

His time is fading slowly as if the grains in the hourglass became a few. “Is Chandler here?” Lanceil asked as he expected Isaac to give him a response. However, a woman replied instead. “U-Uncle Lanceil.” The early morning sun was up in the sky. Spring grass shone, like it had its own gentle glow from within. When Lanceil tilted his head, he saw a woman who resembled his first love. That woman is the strongest Mage in the magic tower, and the one who made Lanceil doubt his identity as a beast.

Instantly, the men all gasped into consciousness. Naomi was stupefied. The woman made it look so easy! The men on the other hand were not pleased to have been frozen in place by the woman. "You will pay for that, little witch," The tattooed man growled as he advanced toward the woman and Naomi with his partners trailing behind him. "I am a mage, not a witch. Do well to remember that," The woman said in a warning tone, not in the least fazed by the approach of four men who were thrice her size. Finally, Naomi managed to form sentences.

With every move, her muscles flexed. ‘Are mages supposed to be this fit?’ Magnolia raised a brow. When Daniel mentioned his mage friend, she imagined a man, a bit frail but a master of magic. She had never thought that the Mage would be a beautiful young woman, only a few years older than her. And someone who can keep up with the Ice Sword. Magnolia watched them fight for a bit before her emotions calmed down. She smiled to herself. ‘I should really stop with this behavior.’ She took a step back and turned away from the training ground to walk back to the castle, but a loud thud drew her attention back to the pair.

said the first maid. Agatha knew that she was far prettier than her sister. She was a beautiful women who have been locked up due to her father’s hatred. Due to his anger, she lived alone her whole life. But thanks to that she was able to hone her own magic. Now, she is the most powerful female wolf ever. There’s only a few that is more powerful than her, but for a mere seventeen year old woman, she’s doing pretty well on her own.