The modern world was built around the idea that magic would stay contained. When Itias sees his best friend trapped in a protest turning violent, he does the unthinkable; he pulls on his grandfather’s ancient gauntlets and tries to pla

Or, that time I got magically turned into a succubus at the Fir’va Academy of Dark Arts. The summoning circle was ready. Each sigil had been meticulously drawn. Candles lined the edges, and the golden chalice awaited his sacrificial offer.

I had only months to live. Why did my friend have to die for me? Now I’m in his debt, a foot shorter, and a girl to boot. Side eyes, whispered words, light touches? Don’t make me laugh. As if that idiot could ever make me fall for him!