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

“And you, Missy. You turned out to be far more trouble than I imagined you’d be.” My mind was in a panic; searching, searching, searching through all of my magic lessons for something to help us out of the situation. I kept hearing Godwin’s words in my head, telling me to relax and focus. I tried my best to do just that, but it was difficult while I was being manhandled by a scary looking man-beast who had only turned half-wolf.

While I knew it paled in comparison to what he must’ve went through, it was instinct to try and help him in any way I could. “At first, I didn’t want my magic. It’s chaotic and can put you into some dangerous situations, but I realized that the world already is dangerous. It always has been, we just didn’t know it at the time. The world we grew up in is gone, so I’ll take whatever protection is offered to me.” I said softly, glancing down at the palms of my hands where the source of this spell radiated from. “It can be beautiful and life-saving too.”

Yet, were forced to accept the feeble reasoning for dismissal from what was likely to be a nearly suicidal mission. Even if they did succeed in locating the lair of the Moon Gate rogues, there was next to impossible odds of their rescue party escaping without at least engaging with a few of them. Then, assuming they emerged triumphant from the skirmish, there was the problematic issue of the spell. The magic revealed to them by the book Chiri had left with Allen in Ekral’s store, old and subject to too many interpretations to be considered reliable. There was not one of them who could guarantee its outcome, however Cazer still seemed willing to follow through with the largely experimental en

the witch read to herself. "Really not," Melissa confirmed. Is it possible to love your enemy? — Pascal! Mila screamed. A new thought dawned on her. Perhaps her magic has gone awry, out of order, broken and does not want to harm living beings. It had happened before, not with Melissa, of course, but anything could have happened. - Get up here. The familiar obediently took the indicated place and waited. An electrical discharge escaped from Mila's fingers, formed into a small ball, resembling a crackling snowball, and headed straight for the assistant's chest.

I swiftly rose and stepped far back from her. “GO!” she screamed. “Okay, but how do I leave this place?” I screamed, hoping she would calm down and show me the way out. However, instead of helping, she waved her hands in the air and conjured a magical ball, which she then hurled toward me. Instinctively, I placed my hands on my stomach to protect the child inside me, closed my eyes, and braced myself for the impact, expecting it to be fatal. But as the magical ball neared me, instead of colliding with my body, it burst into a shower of shimmering sparks.

Susan had instructed me on how to use dark magic to dispel the tracker without alerting the guards. Staying in a luxury motel, I put my backpack down and showered, dressed casually. I donned my shoes and took a stroll through the city. Exiting the hotel suite, I grabbed a tour guide map from the receptionist's desk. It projected a map that only I could see, lighting up in my hand. Studying the map, I walked through the bustling streets, taking in the unique beauty and magic of Witch Land.

I tugged myself in and stared at the ceiling again thinking: “So, I am a prime witch and a powerful one too, with no knowledge whatsoever about anything. And apparently, the horseshoe is my first magical possession which is very dangerous and life threatening and which I just lost a couple of weeks ago. So I have to retain it back and not to forget about Kevin who is intertwined with all that putting his life at risk when he doesn’t know anything about what is going on and he doesn’t want to talk to me either” This is just GREAT ……

“My pot and utensils. I see you would not have a problem eating from your hands.” “What a mishap” she growled. “The only unlucky accident that happened here is your car that went off the road,” William replied.

“Selene? What is it? What’s wrong?” I hesitate. How do I tell him that the miracle we thought we’d found is a labyrinth with no clear path? Still, I force the truth out. “The book is full of antidotes… dozens, maybe more. Each one is designed for a different kind of dark magic. If we don’t know exactly what curse has tainted the water, we’re lost. We can’t risk guessing wrong.” Darian steps closer, brows drawn tight in confusion. “But isn’t that good? At least we have something to work with.”

She climbed a ladder to rummage through the higher shelves. I tried helping her, but the books I found described various blood rituals without offering any instructions for how to perform them. More often than not, the focus was on the potential hazards. For example, a ritual designed to set fire to a target (such as a building, surrounded by a circle of your blood) could very easily cause you to catch fire as well. Performing a water ritual to quench excess fire was no easier, for rather than appearing in the air above you, the water might manifest inside your lungs. Concentration was another factor: if you began casting a water ritual and happened to think of milk, then milk could appear i