A Tale Of Magic Novels & Stories

I expected the blue air to be cold, but it’s almost like being submerged in a hot bubble bath, and I giggle at the tickle of it. “Don’t be afraid, Alora… it’s magic. Special, gentle, and yet so very beautiful, and kind, when used the right way. Would you like to do some magic with me while I tell you a story?” Her eyes are still that dazzling brightest azure, and I look from her hands to her eyes in awe at the vibrance of this mystical light she’s able to produce. My curiosity killing the last of my fears, and I nod with the enthusiasm of a child who wants to discover more. Naïve courage, because of my innocence.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

Within a few minutes, Wes came back shaking his head. "There's nobody there." Willow continued. Suddenly her eyes widened as she quickly read through a page. She slowly stood up from her seat. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" She whispered. "Son of a bitch! That lying piece of shit!" "What! What is it?" "Look at this!" She pointed to the page. "It is a long story but I'll summarize." He nodded. "Once upon a time, there lived a tribe of men who performed magic for the good of the people. But one among those men was greedy. He deviated from his path and started practicing magic that was too powerful, too dark, and forbidden.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

He also wishes the warriors don’t come back with the Magic Bean and so he consulted with certain wicked Oracle in the far land to make sure the warriors won’t be able to find the Beans or not return home. The Oracle told him that if he can…

“It is resistant to magic, no matter what you do it won’t budge.” ——— Liking the story please vote, comment and leave a review! Orz!

. Magic is tied to your feelings, your intentions. If you’re not in the right state of mind, things can go… wrong.”“Wrong how?” I leaned forward, curiosity overpowering my apprehension.Elyra’s eyes clouded over, a distant look settling on her face. She sighed deeply. “Let me tell you a story. A part of my life I rarely share.” Her voice softened, but there was a weight to her words that made me hold my breath.“Years ago,” she began, “I was a mage in the service of King Alden of Eryndale. He was a kind ruler, loved by his people, but his court was rife with intrigue and ambition. There were those who sought power, no matter the cost, and the kingdom… it teetered on the edge of chaos.”Her voic

I eased the heavy volume from its place, its leather cover cool and smooth beneath my fingertips. The pages told a story, a myth given flesh. It spoke of a great mage who challenged a creature of shadow and ruin named K'tthar, a being who had laid waste to entire landscapes in its devastating rampage. The tale praised the courage of the city's heroes who ultimately sealed the dark entity away, but it was a poet's account, not a scholar's. The prose was beautiful, the narrative heroic, but it was a song, not a schematic. It offered no names, no incantations, no specifics of the magic they wielded to achieve the impossible. With a sigh of profound frustration, I closed the book and slid it bac

In my room, I determined to run away to the human world. Slamming the door, I'd used magic to create a suitcase like one I'd seen in a magazine. The suitcase was round and covered in orange and yellow flowers. Without care, I threw clothes inside and then sealed it shut, not with my hands, but with magic. "With magic," I whispered, sitting up, as understanding dawned on me. That tiny feeling squirmed its way to the tips of my fingers. I held them up, studying them, waiting for the ease of the magic I had then to appear now.

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.