A Lesson In Magic Novelas e Histórias

My confidence erodes with each unsuccessful attempt, doubt creeping in like shadow. "I don't understand," I say finally, dropping my hand to my lap. "It came so easily before. Now it's like... like trying to catch smoke." Liora's expression remains patient, untroubled by my lack of progress. "This is normal. Think of a child learning to walk. First, they stand with support. Then they take a few steps and fall. Eventually, they run without thinking about it. Your magic emerged in crisis—like adrenaline pushing that child to run before they've learned to walk. Now we're backing up, teaching your conscious mind what your instincts already know."

I still remembered that paralyzing, deep-seated fear clearly, and the sheer helplessness and despair I felt at that moment. I recalled how my screams were met only with the others' unrestrained laughter, which was quickly followed by Natalie's chilling lecture. "You must never lose your composure as the Luna of the pack. How could you be rattled by one insignificant snake? You've truly fallen short of expectations, Selene." I fought back the fear gripping my entire being and pleaded with Natalie, saying, "I'll abandon any claim to the Luna position, so please give me the antidote—even one vial is enough! I'm begging you, Natalie!"

Damian tried to deny it. I raised my right hand and began to chant an ancient spell. "Let time rewind." Golden light formed a massive magical screen in the center of the hall. Damian and Isla's conversation in the secret room played out for everyone to see: "Her power is too great. We need to find a way to take it." "A bloodline curse is the only way. We'll use our child's blood as the medium." "Once we succeed, she'll become a common human, and you will have all her magic."

"What?" "I said, are you ready for your magic lesson? Or are you too busy daydreaming about a certain alpha?" His eyes danced with mischief. Heat flooded my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure you don't. Come on, I've got something to show you." The garage was Theo's domain—half workshop, half organized chaos. He'd set up a workbench covered in wires, tools, and what looked like crystals. "Magic is like mechanics," he explained, holding up a circuit board. "It needs a path, a channel. Right now, your magic is like this." He flipped a switch and sparks flew everywhere. "Uncontrolled. Dangerous."

“But that’s not fair! You said I needed to learn. How am I supposed to get better if you stop the lesson before I’ve even had a chance…” “You need to learn patience first,” he said, his voice suddenly louder and more stern as he turned to face me again. “Binding isn’t something you rush through. You don’t get a shortcut just because you’re desperate. This isn’t like learning to throw a punch or swing a sword. Magic is dangerous. Living magic even more so. And binding? That’s playing with life and death. You’re not ready.” “I can be ready,” I said quickly, stepping forward. “I’ll practice, I’ll do whatever it takes, just…”

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 said help, not heal." Her eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?" "It means," I whispered, raising my hand and pressing it to the side of her decaying temple, "that what I'm about to do is going to teach you a valuable lesson." I let my magic flow. It wasn't warm. It was sharp. Precise. Burning.

“Eric, do me a favor. Let’s just drop this.” I looked at the sister I had doted on since we were kids and felt a chill run through me. I was just about to speak when a server’s voice suddenly came from outside the room. “Professors, this way please.” Eric’s eyes lit up. A flattering smile instantly spread across his face. “That must be Professor Jackson!” He quickly turned to the other students. “Everyone stand up! Let’s make a good impression!” “And you, clean up that mess on the table!”

“Henry, stop wasting your breath on her. You want the inhaler? Sure. Kneel and beg me for it. Then, I’ll give this piece of junk back to you.” Susie’s breathing was getting weaker. Her little face had turned as pale as paper. Looking at her frail state, a chill ran down my spine. I knew I could wait no longer. “Fine,” I said. “You want one million? I’ll give you ten million.” Both Henry and Linda froze, clearly not expecting me to give in. They immediately handed me a phone and told me to gather the money. “It looks like your family will have to sell your house, your car, and even your blood to come up with that much. Take it as a lesson. Next time, don’t mess with people you shouldn’t provo

I'm ridiculously easy to fool. I trust every word that comes from others. One particularly awful year, an older student scams me out of all the money I have to live on. Dustin Emerson gives me half of what he has. He's the one person I know won't lie to me. He tells me, "You're not stupid. People are just awful, so stop trusting them and trust me instead." An hour before my grad school entrance exam, Dustin texts me. "I got into a car accident. I'm at the hospital. Come quick." I rush to the hospital, only to find Dustin and my best friend, Emily Levine, sitting at a convenience store eating nachos. Emily bursts out laughing, slapping her thigh. "See? I told you she'd fall for it. One