A Tale Of Magic Novels & Stories

"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

Elaine spoke the words down into the glass; the magic seemed to hear her, and as she gave a tug, the lid lifted. The book beneath the glass peered through Elaine. The volumes’ binding was smooth leather, and the stitching was gold. Long, smooth letters were intricately painted across the front, and her hand brushed them softly. It was the most precious book in the world. Reaching down, she pulled it out and flipped to the page she desired. There it was in thick black letters, the word luck. The pages of the book were filled with names and places, a guide to every gifted being in the land. It was centuries old and was only written on by the top magistrate himself, the king’s second in command

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

Tonya was winking as they closed in on him, she knew. Thaddeus smirked also, his plan worked out perfectly. They soon meet and began walking together, their voices stopped the croacking toads in the damp corners. And then the ringing of the Cathedrals bells drowned their voices out. The swans in the river paid no attention to these hourly chimes. The silver moon, however, took notice of the tunes of the bell and rose from behind the traveling clouds to light up the sky and send silver ripples across the Isis as the rain began to fall.

the world went black. The young immortal princess groaned, blinking rapidly as she forced away the last folds of sleep. She stretched, her small frame burning against the pain of her magical outburst; her mind instantly snapping into action. Elika shot up, her eyes shifting in all direction as she gasped, fearful of how many people she had butchered; though unintentional, she knew that she had harmed more people than she could ever admit to herself. Her eyes widened as she took in the dense forest around her, the trees towering above her as the brightening sun scorched her eyes. She blinked, snapping her head away from the harsh light of day, her entire body frozen with confusion. Her mind p

’ my question left her shocked; she looked at Margaret and then shifted back her gaze on me. ‘I tried only once but it didn’t end up well’ she hesitated and I exhaled a frustrating sigh. If I leave now to save her, it will take me up to an hour if I give charge to Kaden, and I am not sure if doing this will work even. They were trying their best to dodge them, but it wasn’t enough. To deal with magic, I need someone of same capability and Willow is the one. ‘I want you to try again, go to the library and bring both of them here safely’ her eyes widened, not in fear but because of having no confidence on herself.

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.

she sat at the pile of fake rings and started filling all her ten fingers. “It was dark, then it was bright, then dark again. There’s a slide, weeeeee, and then it was dark again. Then the fairy took a big rock and smash it on the floor and black stars appeared. It’s magic,” she told her story animatedly. I saw Dem rolled his eyes in boredom but there’s his origin story right there. With a little mystic powers and romance, it will surely hit the market like a comet from the outer space.

I inhale sharply. Whoever cast this… They weren’t merely powerful, they were brilliant. Layer upon layer of enchantment folds over itself so seamlessly that even another witch might walk past without noticing. I close my eyes again. The world around me disappears. Only the spell remains. I don’t attack it. That would be a mistake. Power answers power, violence answers violence. No… Magic has a language. Every spell tells a story. Every enchantment leaves fingerprints. I simply begin reading. Slowly.