A Human's Guide To Surviving Magical Mishaps Novels & Stories

I vowed to do everything I could to protect Alex. Eric had forbidden me from leaving Dixonville till morning. So, I went to my room and took out an ancient book from the shelf and settled at my study table. It was titled ‘ How To Protect Yourself from Creatures of Hell’. It contained rituals, spells, and objects that could keep various creatures like vampires, werewolves, energy shifters, etc.

“I’ll get someone on it to make sure we’re still secure. You didn’t know clearly, but your brother’s room doesn’t have any shielding, as well as most of the areas where magic is cast in here. It’s just another complication. Keep your brother company while my staff settles your brother more comfortably. I’ll be back once I’ve started the process of clearing this complication up. Now before I go, I would like to know from those that examined you what your condition is.” “He seems fine, but dazed. I would say he’s temporarily drained his magical reserves. Rest and time will fix that.” One of Dr. Graves’ staff reported to him. “Can I call his mate? Am I in trouble?” “I honestly don’t know. I hop

It's her responsibility as a royal magician to protect them. "Let's go. I will send you guys to safety. Hold your friend's hands securely. We're going to teleport." She instructed the children with a simple order. More ghouls and shadows are creeping out from the cracks on the ground. Those horrible creatures are crawling out with their long, sharp-like knife nails, cackling inaudible yet frightening laughter. Fuming and sizzling lava spurted out from the man-made holes and splashing out burning magma everywhere.

Once is a mistake, twice is a pattern The cake my father made was lovely and I hugged him tightly for making it for me. It was covered with frosting flowers and was chocolate, my favorite. I ate with my family and asked to be excused since I had an early collection. More like life to save. I fell into bed, set the alarm on my cell phone and napped. I woke up suddenly in complete worry. I grabbed my phone and saw the time 1:26 am. I curse because my alarm didn't go off. I closed my eyes and transported myself straight into Ellis's room. It was dark and I smelled blood. I flicked my fingers to produce magic light and saw the man leaning against the wall surrounded by a large puddle of red. I g

"But I don't think this is one of them. I reckon that if you actually tried, you could accomplish such a thing." "Guardian Maxwell wasn't kidding when he said that you were observant." I smiled. "Besides, sometimes, it is better to overestimate and be disappointed afterwards than underestimate and be sorry for the mistake later." There was something in his voice that seemed to undermine his normal carefree tone. It was as though he was speaking from an past experience and from the saddened gleam that flashed across his eyes, I had a feeling that the mistake he spoke of had cost him something important. "You're right about that." I nodded grimly and remembered the first time I underestimated

I can’t do that. As I read, I search for alternative ways to break the curse and rid the magic of its toxic effects. Leaning in closer, I notice a small asterisk leading me to a footnote at the bottom of the page. Relief floods through me as I absorb the words. This could be the solution we’ve been seeking. It may even surpass the effectiveness of all those sacrifices and gruesome rituals. “Have you found something, girl?” Hilda interrupts, yanking me out of my book-induced trance. A smile graces my face as I respond, “Please don’t smudge your face on my books.” Hilda seems exceptionally grumpy today, but I choose to overlook her attitude – it’s just how she is. Instead, I hand her the book

I wondered if there was a magic that would help me outrun these people, but it didn’t look like anything was working. When I glanced back again, the man had gotten closer. He lunged. I dodged, but I was not fast enough. His gauntlet scraped the side of my dress, tearing off that part. I staggered, the sparks in my arm flashing wide. My magic fizzled and flared, and a yellow fire ball I didn’t see coming sailed past my head and slammed into the man, setting him up in flames. More of the men ran towards me, shouting and barking. “There she is.”

"But I should warn you: I'm not very good at being prey. I'm much better at being the hunter." Using the knife, I carefully worked at the gap, channeling what little magical knowledge I had into disrupting the seal. It was delicate work, made harder by my injuries and the knowledge that one wrong move could trigger explosives. But I'd defused cursed objects before. I'd dealt with supernatural traps and magical barriers. This was just another puzzle, another challenge to overcome. The seal flickered, and I felt the magic start to unravel. "No!" Sebastian lurched toward me, but his injured side slowed him. "You'll kill us both!"

Their eyes met, close enough to see the tears she wouldn’t let fall. “Don’t make me your enemy,” he hissed. Her voice broke. “Then save us another way.” Behind them, guild fighters lunged for Daryl. Killian’s free hand lashed out, magic bursting like a wave. Shadows struck the floor, flinging the men backward into tomb walls, shattering stone coffins. Bones clattered, monks’ skulls rolling across the floor. The crypt filled with chaos. Through it all, Daryl rose. Not fully — not humanly.

Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions. A flash of light and the loss of warmth around me as the roots fall away. I am thrown back and land on my ass about forty feet away from her. The wind has picked up speed, tossing our hair in all directions. Her hands fly towards me, fingers splayed. I jump to a crouch and cross my forearms bracing for the impact of her spell. A force pushes me back, but nothing hits me directly. I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes when I braced. Peeking through one cracked eyelid, I see the remnants of red sparks exploding in a circle in front of me.