A Tale Of Magic 소설 & 이야기

“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

of everyone, even the hypnotized armies for the first time got terrified, at such numbers of the shadow fighters, the queen was so happy, but still could not count on their strength, against the odds of Atinuke, the beloved, the strange fighters would still be standing around, and re killed them again, in fact,they will be more excited, like they had been invited for banquet, she took time to think thoroughly about these mysterious fighters skills, and when they were fighting, something kept telling her that she knew them somewhere, they reminded her something, she was used to, she went closed to one she had seen fighting with this men, one of her favorite, that was all she needed to to ca

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

The old magic wasn’t a fairy tale. It was real. And we were hopelessly, utterly outmatched.

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?!