Womanizing Mage Novels & Stories

Would they just start showing up all over the place, throughout the rest of my life? Still, I was relieved that this woman didn’t seem to be there to harm me or anyone else on the plane. That was good, at least. “What exactly did she say?” I asked, keeping my voice low and looking around so that Maggie wouldn’t sneak up on us and find out we were talking about her. I didn’t think that would be for the best. “She said that she was a mage, that the council had asked her to come and keep an eye on you, and she was sorry if she freaked you out.” Ben said it all with a nonchalant attitude, like it was no big deal.

It twisted and whirled round and round until a body materialized. “This is...a surprising development, ” said the woman with a certain echoing voice. She cocked her head up and gazed at the man before her, cracking up a grin when she felt a familiar dark aura around him. “For you to resurrect me, I’m assuming you need my help? Who are you and what do you need?” The mage’s eyes lit up. This was exactly what he’d expect from the woman known to be a powerful witch.

And that term was one, wolves rarely used. We know what it means. “You never say that!” Mary grabbed her throat above the collar and lifted her an inch or two from the ground. Shocking us all. The blonde mage was small and delicate. She certainly didn’t look like she possessed the strength to do that. But she is a mage! I reminded myself never to underestimate them. Especially not after I’d witnessed what Hawk and Magus could do. Mary drew the old woman close to her. The mages blue eyes began to swirl like whirlpools were in them.

It turns out Lilith is faster—she cuts my cheek and draws my blood. "Delicious!" The blonde woman licks her fingers and laughs wickedly, as if high on my blood. Her pupils dilate, and those eyes, darker than black, focus on me yet again. "I'm not good at offensive magic but," she glances down at her now burning hands, smiling. "I can copy other people's magic temporarily by drinking their blood." I gasp but don't have time to say anything. Lilith throws me one fireball after another, and I'm forced to hide behind a tall pillar in the throne room, hoping not to get burned.

The last words were spoken with particular hatred, and her crooked, decrepit hands, with long grotesque nails, clenched the staff even tighter from under her tattered rags. “You won’t be able to defeat me, and we both know it,” the mage replied haughtily and arrogantly. “And you never could… Lavi.” At the last word, it was as if everything around froze, and the old woman threw back her hood, revealing herself in all her terrible glory. “I’ll still try!” the witch roared.

Madea doesn't usually pay attention to other people, especially women because she is too lazy to have any relationship with women because most of the women she knows are jealous of her body shape which is attractive to men. Madea was attracted to this young woman because from her radiated the mana that enveloped the young woman's body. The mana that covered the woman's entire body looked so pure and dense that Madea raised her eyebrows while smiling faintly. It seemed that she had encountered the witch who disturbed her magic meditation yesterday.

The room the mage lay in is dark, damp, filled with the rustic smell of her blood. Its gloominess is bringing her down. Every part of her body ached. The chains biting into her wrists, cutting her skin, changing them raw. She is drained from the numerous bites HE took from her. She needs a plan soon. A plan that will make him release her. Henrietta, the mage, though she had everything under control. Within seconds she would be the most powerful in all five kingdoms. But one woman, only one woman made her well-laid plans go awry.

Yarsi snorted. Inside, as if in mockery, there was a homely cozy room with a floor covered with a fluffy carpet. Along the walls were soft sofas and magic lamps on high legs were burning. But not everyone could enter here. Radolyub removed defensive spells and let the companions go forward, except for Yarsi and Tirena, the Vistolet followed inside. The archmage nodded questioningly at the girl. - She is very capable, she wants to become a battle mage and the test has already passed in the field, - the werewolf grinned. – It only gets lost sometimes, but it will pass. With time. Didn't change your mind?

I said as I sat in my black swivel chair, crossing my legs. "You've never been interested in women before, don't you know that being with a lady like Mrs. Hayes might be harmful, at least for her?" Luca sighed. I once thought of that too. I told myself that I needed to get away from her. After all, I am the most powerful mafia boss in the world. But no matter how hard I try to push her away, there's this magnetic field that pulls me back in, and I'm not sure if this is still normal. The truth is, she makes me feel good, and that feels very wrong, because it's dangerous and it could make my heart do something stupid.