A Lesson In Magic Novelas e Histórias

What have I got myself into? When the door starts shaking, I jump so hard I almost fall out of my chair. "Iris, you have a letter." It’s Mage. I walk to the door and take the paper from her hand trying to thank her nicely. I use small talk to cover the fact that I almost had a heart attack when shook the handle of my door. When she walked away, I shut the door, leaning against it for a moment after locking it. I looked down at the note and it wasn’t in an envelope with a stamp. I unfolded the white paper and read what was inside slowly.

Lex Magic has a pleasant natural smell. It’s a mix of the forest with the woody scent of trees and the sweetness of berries. The smell lingers around the castle and grounds as the High Priestess sets up the wards around the area. I watch as a canopy of light is built in the sky only visible during the night.

The obelisk loomed before Nicola, ancient runes pulsing like a heartbeat in the sickly, crimson light. The closer she came, the heavier the air grew, like the nexus itself was trying to repel her. Marla's teachings whispered in her memory: Magic is as much about willpower as it is about knowledge. Stand firm, and it will yield. Nicola gritted her teeth, raising the shard. The artifact vibrated in her hand, responding to the obelisk's energy. The runes flickered, their light intensifying, as if the nexus were alive - and watching her.

“Just be prepared for the unexpected. The first step in learning magic is often the hardest.” “I understand,” I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. “I’ll be ready.” “We’ll see,” she replied, her tone skeptical. “One last thing: don’t lie to me, don’t hold back, and don’t come with excuses. I won’t tolerate it.” “I won’t,” I promised. “Good,” she said simply. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow. And Lia?” “Yes?” “If you’re not serious, don’t waste my time—or yours.”

I said, surprising myself. He pushed off the wall, “Good. Meet me by the old ruins after sunset, No one needs to know. I’ll teach you some new magic tricks.” He added. That evening, under the fading light, I found myself at the ruins. The air was thick with history and something else, something electric. Riven began with simple lessons, how to feel the pulse of the magic, to listen to the whispers beneath the wind. His hands brushed mine as he guided me through the motions, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze lingered a little too long.

Rita The hall buzzed with energy as students gathered for their first practical magic class. The space, usually reserved for assemblies, had been transformed—circles of salt and herbs marked workstations, and the air hummed with the residue of old spells. Rita stood beside Freda, watching as the instructor—a stout witch with silver-streaked braids—demonstrated a basic energy channeling exercise. "Focus on the earth beneath you," the teacher intoned. "Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."

“Every student here is brimming with untamed power. Some of you more than you realize. Today, you’ll learn your first lesson: how to silence your mind long enough to hear the pulse of your own magic.” I swallowed, my heart racing and my hand clammy. “Close your eyes,” the instructor commanded. “Listen inward. Let your magic show itself to you.” I obeyed. At first, I couldn't sense or see anything. Just darkness. But then… a flicker. A pulse, faint but disorganized, began to beat fast inside me like a second heart. Warmth spread through my chest, coiling into my veins, until I swore I could almost hear it whisper.

She gave me a quick smile, and we went in together. Today’s lesson was transformation magic. The teacher called it low-level work—turning ourselves into simple animals: dogs, cats, birds. The room dissolved into chaos almost immediately. One student became a small brown dog and tore around the desks while everyone laughed. Another turned into a cat and leapt onto the teacher’s desk. Then, a girl attempted something far more ambitious. She turned into a mermaid. The room went silent with amazement until it became clear she couldn't change back.

Chapter Forty-Five Days have pass quietly, and it was peaceful. Hindi ko nga namalayan na it’s been almost two weeks. The days were actually very peaceful dahil the lesson was easy to understand, and hindi sinapian ng ka demonyohan si Professor James. Our magic lesson was focus on gathering mana in the surrounding. And my mana was actually recovering in a good pace, thanks to the pearl supplements.

It was glowing green. “Morning.” He greeted me with a smile. My palms began to sweat. My mom was holding a scroll glowing with a darker green. She was reading something. She muttered a word under her breath and dad stepped out of the way. Mom thrust her hand forward and the blue ball floated and it tried to get out of the grip. Its flame was slowly burning out. My mom screamed an incantation and she fisted her hand. The ball disappeared in a thin smoke. “Morning, dear.” My mom said putting the scroll down. I felt my skin burning. She turned to dad.