A Lesson In Magic Novels & Stories

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

"This is just the beginning. Tomorrow, we build on this. And the day after, we push further. Magic is a lifelong pursuit. You don’t master it in a day." Professor Liora’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes sweeping over the class. "You all have potential," she said, her voice soft but carrying. "But potential is useless if you don’t work for it. Keep practicing. Keep listening. And most importantly…" her gaze landed on me, her smile knowing, "...keep trusting the magic." As the class filed out, the hum of excitement and chatter filling the air, I lingered for a moment, my fingers still tingling with the remnants of the spell. Professor Veyra caught my eye, her expression serious but her eyes

" It only takes time before we can understand who and what we are. Magic is not all about rush, it's all about concerntration, focus and a free mind. It's time-steady. So, you don't let the power control you, you control it. " She looked at the rest of the girls. " Okay girls, lesson is over!" She said with a clap.

“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…”

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

That left Selene and me to start a fire. I brought together a pile of tinder and dry leaves when Selene crouched down beside me. She blew gently into the leaves and they erupted into flames that fed hungrily on the pile of tinder. I had never seen magic like this before, so I was fascinated by the trick. Selene sat straight and smiled at my expression of shock. Then the wicked creature gave me a wink, her beautiful face illuminated by the firelight. I could have taken her right then and there if it wasn't for the sound of someone approaching.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

My pulse quickened, anticipation thrumming beneath my skin. Alice took a step closer, her gaze unwavering. “Your first lesson,” she said, her voice like a steady current guiding us forward, “will be to discover the spark within yourselves. Magic is not just spells and rituals. It is a part of you. It breathes with you, moves through you. You must learn to reach for it, to call upon it, to bring it forward. Only then will you understand what you are truly capable of.” A shiver ran down my spine. This was it. This was the moment everything changed.

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.

“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.”