Novel & Cerita A Human's Guide To Surviving Magical Mishaps

Now that we’re here, my dread is starting to grow exponentially as I recall all that I learned when I was just a lonely, bored child reading about theoretical dangers. “We’re not getting through that without disarming these traps,” Permiton says, his tone matter-of-fact as he gestures to the shimmering barrier. “The magic is old, but it’s layered. We’ll need to be careful.” I step forward, surprising even myself. “I can help,” I tell him, my voice steadier than I expected. Permiton turns to me, his expression unreadable for a moment before he nods. “Good. We’ll need all the magic we can muster.”

He became my guide, my teacher, and occasionally, my reluctant test subject. We started with focus—learning to channel magic without letting it burst uncontrollably. Oscar taught me grounding techniques, breathing, visualization. It was harder than I expected. Magic wasn’t a tool. It didn’t obey commands. It responded to emotion. Which made things… complicated. One afternoon, I accidentally shattered a mirror when Kaine kissed my shoulder during practice. Oscar calmly swept up the shards and muttered something about needing more insurance.

I felt the Moon’s pull — faint, reluctant, like it was waiting for me to open a door I didn’t want to open. I gritted my teeth. “Let’s get this over with.” Myra began to chant. The fire blazed higher, its flames dancing white instead of orange. The earth itself seemed to breathe beneath my feet. The power came alive, swirling around me, cold and sharp as glass. But then — something went wrong. The magic hiccuped. The flames shuddered. The pull that was supposed to feel like destiny suddenly twisted, snapping in a direction it shouldn’t have. My breath hitched.

Magic was supposed to come naturally to witches. Meanwhile every time I tried using magic lately something went wrong. Still, I opened the spellbook again flipping toward the earth spell. I inhaled slowly before raising my hand toward the pot. Energy stirred beneath my skin immediately. I whispered the spell carefully. For one second nothing happened. Then suddenly— BOOM. The flower pot exploded violently. Dirt blasted into my face while ceramic pieces flew across the garden. I jumped backward in shock staring at the destroyed remains scattered everywhere. “Oh my God.”

So much that the marble started to crack in his grip. “And what does that have to do? You are a strong witch Sirie, powerful. Take care of her.” He said, like it was nothing. “I wish I could Kade,” She said, getting up from her chair, walking to him. “I wish I could save her, but nothing can be done. The accident was too dangerous and she hit her head. There was a lot of blood. And the fact that she is a human……………” “Your magic can bring her back.” He interrupted her.

The next few lines read, "In addition to straightforward directions and explanations of Blood Magic, this tome includes cautionary tales about those who misuse it, both user and object of the spells detailed here. I am recording this information even though I sincerely doubt the decision. The knowledge in this book in the wrong hands could prove most fatal to the Children of Lilith as well as humanity." Rather ominous, Sidia thought. She considered everything shared with her over the past few days. No one seemed willing to betray him, but there were so many vampires. If they wanted to overthrow him, how difficult could it possibly be? There had to be something stopping them, something like m

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."

My body shuddered imaging myself wrapped in magic like that. A flash of my nightmare came back to me and tears filled my eyes. Why did I dream of being a small child tied to an alter while Mildred burned me with white light? Was it actually a memory? Was that the night my supernatural spirit was torn from me? "You ok?" Brandon's hand came to my arm in comfort. I shook the memories from my head and tried concentrating on the book. "Yeah, sorry. I zoned out a moment." Brandon pointed to the book again. "It says that magic can be given to humans temporarily to strengthen their spirit. 1 out of 5 humans survived birthing a wolf or other beings when lent magic."

she asks seriously. Growing worried, I reach out to Danika again. She’s still sleeping, but if I concentrate hard enough, I can see her curled up. The movement of her breathing sends relief through me. “She’s asleep. What did I do?” I ask Addie desperately. She smiles at me and takes a sip of her juice. “You did exactly what many witches do when they get their magic, you accidentally let it get out of control.” I slump back into my chair with a huff, “Yeah, but I bet most of them don’t almost kill the entire royal family.”

“That’s bloody dangerous. What would happen if there was a flood or fire?” “Let’s hope there isn’t. I really don’t want to find out. Now you see why most humans don’t mess with magic. Could you imagine the world like this?” April put a bag down on a table by the door. “It takes a certain level of responsibility to just exist with magic in your environment. Now, as promised, I brought lunch down. We can eat here or eat elsewhere.” She looked at him. “Right elsewhere. Got yah on that one. I can’t blame you for that one. I’m so sorry.”