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

"Too quiet," he muttered, halfway through his third slice of cinnamon toast. "Either the library's burning again or someone's trying to duel a professor over lunch."

Elias sipped his tea without looking up. "You have an oddly specific sense of peace."

Japer was already pacing near the window, muttering to himself in Old Spellscript.

Then the sky cracked—not thunder.

"Does this guy not have a job?" Kael asked, staring as Corin and his three weirdos shimmered into the quad, cloaks swirling like they practiced it in a mirror.

Japer groaned. "Oh, great. Cloak choreography."

Corin raised his hands dramatically. "We've come in peace!"

Elias stood slowly. "You say that every time you try to hex someone."

"Correction," Corin said with a smirk, "we're not here for you this time."

Elroin, who had been standing under the yew tree like an ominous garden statue, arched a brow.

Japer whispered, "Please let them try."

Corin stepped forward. "Kael, don't take this personally, but your existence is interfering with a very delicate magical imprint that we were hoping to study."

Kael blinked. "I'm sorry—am I in the way of science?"

Then one of Corin's people—Tall, Tan, and Entirely Too Confident—reached out to grab Kael's arm.

Kael vanished from view in a blinding column of light.

The attacker was launched twenty feet backward, landing in the fountain with a dignified splat.

Corin tried to retreat—but too late.

A series of glowing runes spiraled out from Elias's feet, forming a dome with Kael in the center.

A very smug, glittering manifestation of Elias's ancestral magic formed above the dome like a protective housecat crossed with a vengeful angel.

It glared down at the intruders and hissed.

Professor Elan arrived just in time to see Corin's boots on fire.

"Explain. Now," she snapped, after dragging everyone to the administrative wing.

Japer sat nearby, eating a crisp apple like this was the best show he'd seen all year.

Corin, hair still singed, crossed his arms. "All we did was touch him!"

"That's the problem," Elias muttered.

Kael just shrugged. "I'm apparently the magical equivalent of a Do Not Disturb sign."

Elroin chuckled from the corner. "Correction. You're the trigger point for four generations of unresolved emotional binding magic."

"You touched an anchor," Elroin said mildly. "The weave considers him sacred territory."

"Exactly," Elias cut in, tone sharp. "So don't touch him again."

Later, back in their dorm room, Kael held up his sleeve.

"I think your magic singed my jacket."

Elias rolled his eyes. "It wasn't me."

Kael grinned. "Oh, it definitely was you. Or at least your ghost-powered, legacy-fueled protection spell with trust issues."

"I know," Kael said. "That's what makes it funnier."

Elias groaned into his pillow. "I'm going to accidentally marry someone at this rate."

Japer (through the wall): "PLEASE PICK SOMEONE THAT DOESN'T START MAGIC FIRES!"

Elroin stood under the stars again that night, watching his descendant pace restlessly.

"You're not in control of it yet," he said.

"But it responds to more than danger," Elroin continued. "It responds to attachment. And it's starting to think Kael is the one you're trying to protect above all."

"Can we not have this conversation while he's brushing his teeth?"

Chapter Nineteen: You Shouldn't Have Touched Him