Womanizing Mage Novels & Stories

They said that the most dangerous animal in the world was a woman thirsty for vengeance; Minah would soon make Gil Salvador and the Fuegos realize how true that statement was. Gone was the kind and submissive girl who wore no confidence and grit. That woman had altered into someone who was way bolder and fiercer than ever before. Unlike Leigh, Minah was unforgiving, fearless, and brutal. And she was always ready to dig into hell just to get what she wanted. After taking just a few drinks, Minah started to feel drowsy. She was too exhausted from the shoot. To add more to that, this night was slipping away way too long. She glanced at her wristwatch. One and a half hours to go before the clock

She was the kind of woman every man wants to marry and I never wanted to give her up. “Fine, hurry up and tell me what’s been happening,” I agree irritably. Something I strongly regret by the time they’re done talking. My sister is a mage, her magical powers inherited from my mother. Soren now wants us to cozy up to King Arlo and fucking Hilda is outside the camp, but her mate, the king, demands I make myself scarce before they’ll come in.

Like it wants to slowly pull the will to live from your body, and consume your soul to add to its oppressive weight for the next victim. There was likely very little water here, so I couldn't travel myself out of here either. Not until I found a reliable water source at least. I'd been walking for what felt like hours, and the position of the sun hadn't changed. The ground began to shift beneath me, rising up on all sides until I was at the bottom of a steep, sandy pit. At the top of the pit, six figures shimmered into view, looking eerily similar to the mages from the brethren of the quell. Each woman was almost identical to the next, their main identifiers being their difference in height.

Oddly enough Martha remained as calm as ever, as if she knew she was not going to get harmed. DISTRICT DARK Alicia locked herself up inside her house. She felt the entire weight of the world on her shoulders and she wasn’t strong enough to bear that burden. She wanted to get stronger, but there was no possible way she could. The heads made sure of that. They took the covenant book, the only thing that could help her master the art of god magic. The last two remaining dark benders were practically erased from the face of the earth, meaning everything she was learning was either by sheer luck or instinct.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Not once did she take a break, I noticed how she was leaning her weight on her good ankle as the hours dragged by. I had pulled on a T shirt but under this shit I wasn’t fucking healing either. I could feel the piercing poison that had been laced into their fucking claws. Yeah, Manangal’s were infectious and dangerous, but I had only been hurt by a Wendigo, so this shouldn’t have lasted. Magic was at work here, I knew it when I saw it. I needed to find a witch of my own… Someone who could help search for the one behind this shit, but they were scarce…

When we successfully put her inside, I sat beside Callie and Vivi sat in the driver’s seat. “Oh, God, Elara Marcelline Dela Vega, you’re not a virgin anymore!” she blurted. “Can you please stop for a moment?” I faced her. “Yes, I’m not. You’re happy, now,” I replied for her to stop. But I’m wrong. Callie threw successive questions. “I told you, Vivi, when we stayed overnight in the club, something different happened to her already. And she was the only girl who blooms and glows after having a steamy session with someone and after a heartbreak.”

He asked Rampage. Just then a woman stepped through the barrier. Making it part as she emerged. Untouched. Her long skirts slit through the sides to reveal an alluring length of long, slim leg. She exuded enough power that even the wolves shied from her path. Mages turning in astonishment as they sensed the vibration of the being that’d just entered the camp. “I’d guess, that, is what he was waiting for.” Rampage nodded to her. “What is she?” “I think we’re about to find out. But I sense magic in her. Strong, strong, magic.”

Because she was able to control blood within human veins. She had previously tested her magic on wolves and it worked, but she needed more sample to make sure if her magic had any flaw. The woman was calm and collected, similarly to Herod, she was rational and acted as the mother figure for her siblings. The third child was Mila Vichell. She was the most beautiful among all the children and a popular socialite among the witches and humans. She possessed dark blonde hair and slender body. Her magic involved hypnosis and mind control.

he said. The woman smiled. “Then why do you keep meeting me?” The man didn’t answer immediately. Because he already knew the truth. The woman stepped closer. She was beautiful in a way Ava could barely describe. Not fragile beauty. Something older. Her long dark hair moved like shadow in the wind, and faint silver patterns shimmered along the skin of her arms. Magic. Strong magic. “You know the rules,” the man said quietly. “I know.” “And you keep breaking them.” The woman tilted her head slightly.