His Witchy Mate

As I opened the pages, a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through me. I had never been able to cast spells, even when I possessed my powers. Now, without any abilities, the idea of exploring a spell book seemed both thrilling and futile. However, curiosity won over, and I began to flip through the pages, my eyes scanning the ancient text.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The spells and incantations seemed to come alive on the pages, each word holding a promise of power and mystery. I read about spells for protection, healing, and even ones that could alter the fabric of reality. It was as if the book itself held a secret energy, a connection to the supernatural world I had been a part of, even if briefly.

I lost track of time, engrossed in the words and the possibilities they held. The spells fascinated me, their meanings and potential effects running through my mind. I felt a surge of energy, something new and different, coursing through me as if the words were awakening a dormant part of my being.

Eventually, I realized that the library had grown darker, the fading sunlight replaced by the soft glow of lamps. I reluctantly closed the book, a mixture of excitement and unease settling in my chest. The spells I had read were both alluring and dangerous, a reminder of the world I had left behind. With a sigh, I placed the book back on the shelf, making a mental note to return to it another day.

As I walked out of the library, the echoes of ancient words and the promise of hidden power lingered in my thoughts. The library had once again become a place of fascination and intrigue, a realm of possibilities that I couldn’t ignore.

~ Lucian ~

The palace felt oddly silent without her presence. I found myself constantly glancing at the clock, the minutes ticking by slowly as I waited for Alicia to reappear. Her absence was unnerving, stirring a sense of concern within me that I hadn’t expected. After all, she was a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions. But something about her disappearance gnawed at me, making me question the situation.

As I sat in the dimly lit room, the aroma of food coming in from the kitchen, I couldn’t shake off the unease that had settled in my chest. I had sent for her to inquire about my meal preferences, a task she usually handled efficiently. But now, the response I received was that she couldn’t be found. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

My thoughts wandered, contemplating the possible reasons for her absence. Had something happened? Had she been feeling unwell? Or perhaps she had found herself in some sort of trouble? I shook my head, trying to extinguish the growing worry.

Her absence was somehow bothering me. I couldn’t deny the truth – that my feelings for her had evolved into something deeper than I had anticipated. It was absurd, really. Out of all the people, she was the one who had managed to slip past my defenses. I found myself caring for her well-being in a way that went beyond my usual distance.

I glanced at the clock again, an hour having passed since I had sent for her. Impatience gnawed at me, and I debated whether to take action or give her more time. I knew I couldn’t let my emotions dictate my decisions, and I reluctantly decided to wait a little longer.

The scent of food grew stronger, and my stomach rumbled in response. I had to eat, to focus on something other than Alicia’s whereabouts. As I prepared to start my meal, a small part of me hoped that she would walk through the door any moment, dismissing my concerns.

Time continued to pass, and I couldn’t ignore the growing sense of restlessness. It was time to act. I got up from my seat and left the room, determined to find her. The palace corridors were eerily quiet as I walked through them, my steps purposeful. I made my way to her room, knocking gently on the door.

No response.

I pushed the door open, finding the room empty. Panic tightened its grip on me as I scanned the room, noticing her invisible maid vest discarded on the bed. This was unlike her, and worry surged through me.

I turned to leave the room, my mind racing with possibilities. Was she really missing? Had something happened to her? The thought of her being in danger made my heart race, and I tried to calm the rising panic. I had to find her.

As I walked through the palace, my search becoming more frantic, I couldn’t help but acknowledge the depth of my feelings. Alicia had managed to intertwine herself into my life, igniting emotions I thought were long buried. I needed to find her, to ensure her safety, and to make sense of the turmoil she had stirred within me.

~ Alicia ~

My heart raced as I heard the footsteps approaching the Library. I wasn’t sure who it was, but my instincts were on high alert. The energy coursing through me was unfamiliar yet invigorating. I clutched the book to my chest, feeling a strange sense of connection to it.

The door swung open, and Ena entered, her expression twisted with hatred. I watched her eyes narrow as they landed on me, and I knew trouble was brewing. Her fury was evident, and I braced myself for whatever was about to unfold.

My grip on the book tightened as Ena lunged towards me, her anger evident in every movement. She reached for the book, attempting to wrest it from my grasp. I held on fiercely, determined not to let it go. The book had become more than just a collection of spells; it was a source of newfound strength for me.

Ena’s frustration grew as she struggled to pry the book from my hands. Her next move was unexpected – she went for my hair, tugging at it forcefully. Pain shot through my scalp, and I winced, unable to hold back a cry of discomfort. My hands instinctively released the book as I tried to free myself from her grip.