Womanizing Mage Novels & Stories

In the middle of the city, there was a group of mages who invaded the city with their powerful magic, in which they came to take control and use their powers to rule the people. While walking through the city, the mages encountered an old woman who was known to possess great magical abilities, in which she managed to keep her youth intact by kidnapping and absorbing the youth of the desperate victims around her. One of the magicians spoke to the old woman: "We have come to rule this city. You can join us, and we can share our power." At that time, the enemy witches and wizards began to fight for power, ignoring the sorcerers who, laughing, thought that some time ago, they did the same things

Despite that she was small of stature and not the typical lush figure of such as the barmaids, there was a magnetic animal appeal to the woman that instantly had a man wanting to breed her. I'm certain of that. I'm not the only one. Disseus glanced over at Lonnix and verified that the man was shaking his head and blinking hard as he struggled valiantly to break his focus from the woman walking before them. But with her every movement it was as is bells rang and the whole of the tavern had silenced save the crackle of the fireplace. As though a spell has been cast on us. Fey magic. Disseus had the good sense to recognize.

I turn my attention to the woman sitting across from me, unaware of how much her every action disarms me. Dinah is lost in her own thoughts, obsidian eyes staring at her cup in a daze. Soft waves of dark hair frame either side of her face. She brings her cup to her mouth, pale slender fingers hooked around the ceramic. I can understand why someone might consider her frail. I’ve never seen anyone with such delicate structure. Except, of course, practioners of magic. They use their fragile appearance to disarm and deceive. I quell that thought just as it arises.

The woman voiced out. Munawarrah sighed, "I've been addressed worst, slut, manipulative, cheap whore, husband snatcher... May I go on?" "You really are shameless" Amal said staring viciously at Muna. "I would've offered you something to drink but, seeing as you didn't have the simple courtesy to act classy, why then should I treat you like someone with class?" "Says the woman who has warmed the bed of too many men to be able to count so as to land her in this position."

A female silhouette makes way between the rogues as they part to let her through. -"Bravo! What a display of strength." The stranger's voice creeps through the woods. Morgan shifts back as she goes unconscious because of her wound. Her shoulder injury looks terrible. I cover her with my wolf body and give a warning growl at the female identity. -"Oh, aren't you a feisty little thing. Shift back. You have no escape. You are outnumbered." I refuse to submit to her request, and I am ready to fight to my last breath. She reeks of black magic—a Shadow Witch, probably the one who masked the rogues' smell.

Dreya undressed Evena and placed him in a tub filled with hot water. He then took out an ointment and proceeded to rub it all over his body, slowly massaging him in the tub. Witches were creatures of magic, and magic was their life force. All witches had to make sure their magic never depleted. They had to constantly eat and rest and take energy boosters constantly. From the look of things Evena had been neglecting his health and his magic had depleted. Unless Dreya helped him, he could die.

he smacked me to the ground, raising the sword to slice through me just as a boulder smashed into him, pushing him a few feet away from me. I looked to the direction where the attack had come from and there stood a woman with her hands outstretched. Her hands glowed green as the space before her started to form into some kind of rock which grew until it formed into another boulder. It was magic. “Stay out of this witch,” growled the rogue leader. “This does not concern you.” “What concerns me the most is how you can stay there and try to kill a pregnant woman,” she growled at him.

Lore had it that the first witch had been blessed by Hermia with powers which had then passed to her descendants. As we neared, I spotted three of my strongest wolves standing guard. I nodded in silent approval as they stepped aside to let me into the cabin. A young woman rose as I entered, turning towards me. I took a moment to study her - long raven colored hair, high cheekbones, porcelain skin and a killer body. She was beautiful in a way that was meant to stun and seduce, but I was willing to bet an arm that that wasn’t what she really looked like. Underneath that glamour spell, she could be a seventy year old with false teeth.

“You feared her power. You feared her heart. You feared losing control. You trampled on her love. You let them hurt her. You hurt her with your own words. Remember what you did the night the heavens tethered her to you? That's when you lost her.” I don’t want to hear this. “I came here for help,” I grit out. “Not philosophy.” “Help?” The woman laughs softly. “From us?” Something ancient shivers in her voice. “You misunderstand your place, wolf.” Every word chips away at me. “We serve the balance of magic,” she says. “Not the desires of men.” “Your mate… ex mate,” the snow-haired mage adds, “is woven into a fate older than your bloodline. She is not yours to command. Not yours to break. And n

I cannot allow this, and I am afraid it is you who must suffer because of their irresponsible behaviour. He turned to the beautiful woman, never loosening his grip on my arm. 'Where do you want her, Magenta?' The witch, because only someone who possessed powerful magic could look like her, turned her inky black eyes onto me, and she looked me over, like I was a possession she was about to buy.