Magic Spells List Novels & Stories

A rich scion of Jelthorne, Owen Waller, loves cycling. I am invited as a special guest competitor to take part in the cycling competition he organizes. But at the starting point, I see my wife, Reyna Cleveland, who brings along her junior, Timothy Spence, to compete. As soon as I walk over, she slaps me in front of everyone. She fumes, "Are you really this paranoid? Do you have to follow me wherever I go? Do you even know how to cycle? Why come here and make a fool of yourself?" I am just about to take out my invitation pass when Timothy lets out a derisive laugh. I smile in response and propose, "Then why don't we compete?" Timothy replies, "Sure. If I lose, I will jump into the lake and swim naked. But if you lose... You'll divorce Reyna!" I nod calmly. What they do not know is that I was once the most talented pro rider in the country.

My mother has volunteered at our neighborhood church for over a decade. Christmas drives, Sunday service, any neighbor in trouble, she's the first one there. Everyone says God sent her to us. She thinks so too. She says God wants her to be generous, so she is. The thing is, when no one's watching, the generosity always comes out of my pocket. After she remarried, she doted on my half-sister Serena. Serena picked up a box of cold medicine for her, and Mom handed Serena the keys to my Tesla. Serena mentioned she needed to renew her car insurance, and Mom wired her the surgery fund I'd been saving for two years for my daughter Emma. That afternoon, Emma collapsed on the floor, lips turning blue, gasping for air. Her medicine was crushed into the carpet. Mom fished the last pill out of her pocket and dangled it in front of me. "Apologize to your sister, and I'll give Emma the pill." I got on my knees. But that same day, she gave away the cardiology appointment I'd spent three months getting. She gave it to Serena. What she didn't know was that the name on the appointment was her own.

Mariana Fairchild learned at a very young age that magic exists in Paradis, and humans who could control magic are called mages. These humans received them from the elemental spirits - mystical beings who grant their powers to those who ask or deserve them. One day, Mariana, too, has been blessed with the power to become one. So she sets off to Arcanus, the academy for those who wish to master their newfound strengths. Alas, on her way, tragedy befell her. It was something she could not have escaped from had she not been saved by a stranger. From this person, an irregularity arose. His magic incinerates wood and flesh alike. His spells blaze upon his enemies without prejudice. He is a mage the whole Paradis thought should not have existed. He is...

Dragons lay only one egg per clutch, yet my sister and I hatched together, a twin pair. I am favored by the elements and am naturally protected by the ice element. But Aithne is a non-elemental white dragon, called a "crippled dragon". So my parents ordered me to give her everything she wants and protect her at all times. When my fiancé ordered me to take the place of Aithne to test the drugs again, otherwise he would terminate our engagement. I calmly dissolved the betrothal contract. I gave my wedding ring with him to Aithne. When Aithne caused a huge mess, I went in her place to apologize and take the punishment. When they asked me to conduct the drug test on behalf of Aithne, and I calmly agreed to do so. "Noxivira, once this experiment succeeds and Aithne gets better, we'll get married." Morpheus gazed tenderly at Aithne, as if already planning how to celebrate for her. My parents were also eagerly waiting for the drug test's results, hoping to make Aithne the new princess of the Frost Dragon clan. But none of them knew—I won't be coming back anymore. Because the Forest Witch said I have a terminal illness that drains life. I'll be dead soon.

To pay off my family's debt, I was forced to marry a comatose mafia heir. The city's elite were all waiting to see me become a young widow. On our wedding night, I used a damp towel to wipe down the still form on the bed. Suddenly, a lazy chuckle met my ear. "Enjoying the view?" I snapped my head up. A translucent man leaned casually against the nightstand, his long legs crossed, a smirk on his lips as he watched me with amusement. He nodded toward the "corpse" on the bed and raised an eyebrow. "Don't waste your energy. I can't feel the cold. How about we make a deal? You help me deal with the traitors in my family." I stared at his ghostly form, then calmly wrung out the towel into the basin. "Deal. But I want half the Volpe family fortune."

When my wife, Anna Smith, and I went back to her hometown for the New Year’s, her male best friend, Liam Reid, barged into our bedroom. Late at night, he suddenly unbuttoned his top and exposed his bare chest. “Anna, my imaginary bosom hurts. Please massage them to make me feel better!” Anna wanted to massage his chest when I flipped the tumbler over next to our bed in frustration. Anna’s face immediately fell. She glared at me in hatred as she roared, “He’s experiencing a psychological issue due to hormonal imbalance. Do you even know science? Why is your mind in the gutter?” Liam pretended to cry as he sobbed, “Sawyer, don’t blame Anna. We’re best friends, and we’re basically sisters. “It’s my fault. If I had been born with a real bosom, I’d definitely stay away from Anna.” I looked at his fake demeanor and smirked. I did not tell them that I had obtained a wish stone, and that it allowed me to change one bodily structure. Since Liam desperately wanted to be a woman, I would make his wish come true by giving him a huge bosom. He could massage them however he wanted.

When mortal outcast Mira Thorn is dragged into the Court of Shadows and forced to compete in deadly magical trials, survival isn’t just a dream — it’s rebellion. With the power of ancient Soul Magic awakening in her blood and a High Lord who looks at her like she might shatter him, Mira refuses to bow. As her enemies close in and a brutal magic war brews, Mira must choose: burn for power, or rise for love. In a world of bloodthirsty witches, dark mist, forbidden spells, and seductive kings, only one thing is certain — She’ll either change the world or bring it to its knees. The SoulBorn Queen is a seductive fantasy romance packed with steamy tension, fierce magic, and a heroine who refuses to break.

How can six souls be fated to one another? Is it a curse… or something divine? Tara and Taylor Park were born different. Twin sisters without wolves, raised by the Alpha of Regal Star Pack after tragedy tore their family apart. When their eighteenth birthday passes with no shift, no bond, and no sign from the Moon Goddess, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. They were never meant to belong. Then comes the invitation to the Crent Festival, a sacred island where packs from around the world gather to compete, celebrate, and sometimes find their mates. Tara senses danger, and Taylor clings to hope. But what they find instead is destiny at its most terrifying. Alpha Amarok of the ancient Frost Pack and his brother Geri, warriors from the icy north where old magic still breathes, awaken a bond the twins cannot deny. The pull is instant. Consuming. The situation is flawed in every aspect. When the twins try to run, fate tightens its grip. Two more strangers appear, carrying the same impossible scent. The same undeniable connection. Six souls. One bond. The prophecy is as ancient as the moon itself. As packs collide and secrets rise from forgotten bloodlines, the twins must face the truth of what they are and what their bond was created to unleash. Love will test them. War will hunt them. And the magic binding them was never meant to return.

“Oh!.” I cuss under my breath as I stare down at the creature I had shot with the gun, lying still in front of me. Only this time, it isn’t a deer, as I think it is. It is a living being. Not just any living being but a female, one that lies there stark naked.   *** The cold-hearted Alpha Liam meets his mate in a very strange circumstance. Aerin can’t remember anything from her past. Alpha Liam must do everything to protect her.   But does their love stand a chance when dramas starts unfolding?  

After being reborn, I insisted on changing my arranged marriage partner from Connor Gregory to his younger uncle. My mother was shocked. She kept insisting that Connor’s younger uncle’s standards were far too high for him to ever take an interest in me. Besides, Connor and I had grown up together. I had always declared I would marry no one but him—so how could I suddenly choose someone else instead? What my mother didn’t know was that I had already died once. In my previous life, Connor did marry me, but we were only husband and wife in name. Three years into our marriage, I found out he had long since legally married my foster sister behind my back. When I confronted him, his response was: “You’re only fit to be a prop in this alliance. Rachel is my real wife.” So, in this life, I will never make the same mistake again.