MidReal Story

Forbidden Magic: Love Amidst War

Scenario: Fantasy romance
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Fantasy romance
I was running through the forest, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could hear the sound of his feet behind me, but I didn’t dare look back.
If I did, I’d slow down and he’d catch me.
I could hear his laughter as he chased me through the trees, and it only made me run faster.
The moon was full and bright above us, casting a silvery light on the ground below.
It was beautiful, but I didn’t have time to admire it.
I had to get away from him.
I had to win this game of tag.
I could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, and I knew that if I didn’t do something soon, he’d catch me for sure.
So I did the only thing I could think of—I stopped running.
He wasn’t expecting it, and he ran right into me, knocking us both to the ground.
We landed in a heap of arms and legs, and we both started laughing as we tried to untangle ourselves.
“Where are we going?”
I asked as I ran beside him, but he didn’t answer.
Instead, he just squeezed my hand and kept running.
We stopped in the middle of a small clearing that opened up to the sky, and I looked up to see the moon still glowing bright above us.
It was so beautiful that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.
He was behind me, his chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around my waist as we both gazed up at the moon.
I could feel his breath on my neck, and it sent shivers down my spine.
“Do you think they’re watching us?”
I whispered, not wanting to break the silence.
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and I thought he might not have heard me.
But then he tightened his grip on my waist and said, “I hope so.”
Elara Thorne: A young witch with wild spirit, untamed magic—and a forbidden love.
The moon was high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the forest below.
The trees rustled in the wind, and I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath of fresh air.
I loved being out here in the Moonlit Grove—it was so peaceful and beautiful that it sometimes made me forget about all of my problems.
Problems like the fact that our two clans were on the brink of war, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Or the fact that I was one of the most powerful witches of my generation, but no one would ever know because I couldn’t control my magic.
Or the fact that I was in love with a werewolf from the enemy clan and there was no way we could ever be together.
Aiden’s arms tightened around me as he pulled me closer to him, and I turned so that I could look at him.
His hair was dark and messy, falling into his eyes as he gazed down at me.
I reached out to brush it back, but he caught my hand in his and held it against his chest.
I loved it when he did that—it made me feel like we were the only two people in the world.
“Are you okay?”
He asked me softly, his blue eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt or fear.
I wasn’t sure if he was worried about me or us, but I shook my head anyway.
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and I watched as his gaze dropped to my lips before flickering back up to meet mine again.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper now.
I bit my lip nervously as I tried to figure out what to say.
I didn’t want to ruin the moment by bringing up all the things that were bothering me lately…
But Aiden always knew when something was wrong, no matter how hard I tried to hide it.
And it was only a matter of time before he figured it out himself.
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His gaze softened as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face, his touch feather-light against my skin.
“Tell me,” he urged, his voice growing more insistent this time.
“I just…” I struggled to find the right words, but they all seemed to escape me at once, leaving me feeling lost and uncertain instead.
“It’s just that I’m scared, I guess.”
I finally admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper now as well.
“Scared of what?”
He asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as he leaned back slightly so that he could look at me properly.
The moonlight shone off his dark hair, making him look even more handsome than usual, and I had to take a deep breath to keep from getting distracted by his good looks again.
“Of everything,” I said finally, my gaze dropping so that I could stare at our intertwined fingers instead of at him.
“I’m scared of what’s going to happen next, and whether or not I’ll be strong enough to handle it.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and I could tell that he was thinking about how to respond.
“Elara, you have nothing to worry about,” he said finally, his voice soft yet firm as he reached out to cup my face in his hand and force me to look at him again.
“You’re one of the most powerful witches I’ve ever met, and that’s even without your full strength.”
“No witch ever gets their full strength,” I pointed out, but he just shook his head and smiled at me anyway.
“Maybe not, but you’re different,” he said confidently, his blue eyes locked with mine now as he searched them for any sign of doubt or fear.
“You can control the elements, Elara—even without your full strength.”
I didn’t know what to say to that—partly because it was true, and partly because I didn’t know how he knew that about me when most people didn’t even know it themselves.
But before I could say anything, he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, stopping me in my tracks as he kissed me gently under the moonlit sky.
I closed my eyes and kissed him back, trying to lose myself in the moment so that I could forget about everything else for a while.
But no matter how hard I tried, it was always there—looming over us like a dark cloud on a sunny day, threatening to ruin the peace we’d found here in each other’s arms at last.
I wanted so badly to be happy with him in this moment, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before someone came looking for us and ruined everything again, just like they always did.
But then he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, and the look in his eyes was enough to make me forget all about our troubles for a while at least.
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As we stood there in the Moonlit Grove, with the moon shining down on us, I knew that he would always be the one who held my heart.
I didn’t know how he’d done it, but somehow Aiden Blackwood had managed to take my heart without me even realizing that he’d done so.
And now, every time I saw him, my heart couldn’t help but come alive as if it was a living, breathing thing that needed his to survive.
It was like there was some invisible thread that connected us, even when we were miles apart, that pulled us together so that we could be one again.
And even though I knew that what we were doing was forbidden, I couldn’t help but give in to the magnetic pull that always seemed to draw me right back to him.
“Are you okay?”
he asked finally, breaking the silence between us as he opened his eyes and searched my face for any sign of doubt or fear.
“I just can’t believe that we’re really here,” I said finally, my voice barely containing the tears that I knew would come if I didn’t stop talking soon.
“Neither can I, to be honest,” he said almost sheepishly as he looked away and stared out into the night.
“But I’m glad that we are.”
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly to me, trying to put all of my love and desire into the touch so that he would know how much he meant to me.
And when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer still, I knew that he did.
“We’ll get through this together, Elara,” he said finally as he tipped my chin up and forced me to look at him again.
“I promise you that no matter what happens, nothing will ever come between us again.”
“The High Council would kill you if they ever found out that you were helping me,” I pointed out with a frown, and he just shrugged as if the thought had never even crossed his mind.
“Maybe they would,” he said with a smile, looking down at me now as he brushed his thumb against my cheek.
“But maybe they won’t either.
And even if they do, at least we’ll always have each other.”
I closed my eyes and kissed him then, trying to pour all of my love and desire into the touch so that he would know how much he meant to me, even if I never found a way to say it out loud.
And when he kissed me back, I knew that he could feel it too—their passion building between us like some invisible force that was determined to keep us from ever letting go.
We broke apart after a moment, but I didn’t want to let go of him, not yet anyway.
So when he tried to pull away, I held on tighter and refused to let go until he’d promised to never leave me alone in the dark like that ever again.
“You’re such a pain in the ass, you know that?”
he said with a laugh, and I just smiled up at him as he looked down at me and shook his head in disbelief.
“But I’m glad that you’re mine anyway.”
And then he wrapped his arms around me and leaned down to kiss me one more time, sealing his promise with his touch and forcing me to forget about our troubles for a while at least.