Evanoir

When love feels like magic… maybe it’s because it is.



Elior is a soft-spoken young mage from a secluded forest village where emotions literally shape spells. He’s sent to the city’s Grand Academy of Magic as part of a rare exchange program. But while he can conjure flowers from snow and light from silence, he struggles with one thing: connecting with people.

Enter Kael, a bright, sarcastic, and wildly popular top-ranking elemental mage who sees magic as nothing more than a weapon. When Elior’s shy spells misfire during training, Kael is assigned to tutor him.

What begins as an awkward mentorship slowly turns into something beautiful: Kael finds himself enchanted by the warmth of Elior’s presence, while Elior begins to unravel the guarded pain Kael hides beneath his confident grin. Together, they begin to discover that magic fueled by love is the most powerful kind of all.

But the kingdom is threatened by a mysterious “Emotion Plague” that turns feelings into curses—and only mages with bonded hearts can stop it.

Can two boys who’ve never truly belonged find a home in each other’s arms—and heal a kingdom with the magic of love?

Spellwoven

The storm that came with him didn't touch the ground.

It hovered above the Academy like a coiled thought, windless and thunderless, but watching. The clouds bled white and violet. The air shimmered like glass held over flame.

He simply was—already in the courtyard, tall and robed in midnight-blue cloth stitched with stardust patterns. His beard was short, silver-ash. His eyes were dark and hollowed—not from age, but from memory.

He was mid-sentence with Professor Elan when the hair on his arms stood up.

Until the shadows bent behind him.

And a voice, old and deep and impossibly familiar, said:

The man stood among the trees, looking at him as if he had known him forever.

"I'm sorry," Elias said carefully. "Who—?"

"Your grandmother called me Elroin. Your mother never dared speak my name aloud." He stepped forward. "But you… you were born knowing it."

Elias's mouth opened. Closed. "You—can't be—"

Elroin gave a faint smile. "I am. Or what remains of me."

Back inside, the Academy roiled with confusion.

Kael frowned. "He's not setting off any wards."

Professor Elan looked stricken. "Because we didn't build any for him. He's not in the magical registry. His name was erased before the war."

Elan's voice dropped. "The one that broke the Tapestry."

Elroin sat with Elias beneath the broken archway—where moonlight could pierce through the vines.

"I was there when it began," he said, voice like coal cracking in fire. "When the old spellwoven houses fell. When our family bled itself out trying to bind a curse no one could name."

Elias's pulse thudded. "But Mom said you were—"

"Gone," Elroin finished. "Buried. Disgraced. She's not wrong."

"But blood remembers. Threads pull. You are awakening, Elias—not just magic, but memory. Legacy. The spell inside you is one I etched myself."

"Protection," Elroin said softly. "Possession. Binding. I wrote it to guard someone I once loved—someone who died anyway."

"So I rewrote it. Over and over. Into our bloodline. And now… it's waking again. In you."

Elias stood suddenly. His heart pounded like wings.

"No," Elroin said calmly. "I gifted you the power to never lose what you protect. But I never imagined it would wake so… violently."

To Kael—standing silently at the edge of the path, staring at them both.

And Elroin gave the faintest, knowing smile.

Later that night, Elias couldn't sleep.

Japer sat beside him, flipping through an old scroll with shaking fingers.

"This Elroin," he muttered. "He used to be called the Threadwrought. Legend says he stitched magic through time. But those kinds of casters—they don't just disappear. They vanish into their own spells."

Elias rubbed his chest. "He said he built something in me."

"…I think he didn't just build a spell."

Japer looked up, eyes flickering with rare seriousness.

"I think he built a promise. And now that Kael's in your life…"

"…the promise thinks it's time to fulfill itself."

Chapter Seventeen: The Echo-Blood