A Tale Of Magic Novels & Stories

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.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.

he asked seriously. "No, Beta, I wasn't telling you a fairy tale. I was telling you a story my mother usually told me and said how true it was. We both know how warlocks and witches do exist. Some practice dark magic while some pure magic, but have we ever heard of one that brings another to life?" I asked as he looked at me coldly. "Assuming your little fairy tale is an actual true story, how do I get to the evil territory?" he asked. "By crossing two big rivers, a mountain, and the forever rainy forest!" I answered.

I inquired, confused about all of it. “I… I don't know, but the book knows…” She got up and took out some very old book from the top bookshelf in the room. It wasn't an ordinary book, it looked like an expensive antique. It had a leather cover, and beautiful ornaments all around the front and side. When she opened it I felt some wave of electricity flowing through my body. “You felt it, right? That's magic,” Grandma chuckled, “This is our family's magic book. It has an answer to most of the magical problems we could encounter,” she explained.

“Are you sure that there is no magic involve? Maybe magic has evolved all this while human think there are no magic left.” “That is not likely You Highness. Magic is a gift from God who spread magic particles in the air of the Dracenthia Kingdom. So like air, they are scattered all over the place. In countless numbers. It's just that, if air can enter the human body through inhalation, magic particles cannot enter the human body. Magic particles are borrowed to create things. For example, water, fire, earth, moving objects and others. But after using magic, the magic particles will return to the air. So it is impossible for magic to affect human’s brain as you say so, Your Highness. But, you

He let a scroll appear and handed it to Zurig. Chapter 8: Uncharted Charms As Isolde's immortal existence flowed through the eons, a chance encounter shifted the currents of her destiny once more. In a world where magic was her domain, she stumbled upon a magic user whose power emanated from a source other than witchcraft or wizardry. The realization that there were beings who harnessed magic in a different way than her own kind left her both intrigued and unsettled. This magic user was a man of remarkable charm and intrigue, his presence like a shimmering aura that drew her in. With a glance that could unravel secrets and a voice that wove spells in its own right, he captivated Isolde's att

During these years, I've grown as a writer and gained new knowledge — things I wish I had known when I first started writing “Finding the Heart of Magic. This means that when the story continues, the experience will feel different— more vivid and even more emotionally powerful. I've learned new ways to craft tension, deepen characters, and shape the world with even greater detail. Although this journey took longer than expected, the time away has made this story stronger and more immersive than ever. To show my gratitude, I will upload two new chapters—one that was easier to finalize. These will give you something new to enjoy while waiting for the rest of the journey. But for the rest of th

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.