About Magic Novels & Stories

Erik noticed that. "You can talk, Mr. Potter." "Thank you, sir. I wanted to ask what kind of magic is this that you are using?" "It's called magecraft, Mr. Potter. While wizards and witches use a wand to focus their magic and cast spells, magecraft is an advance use of magic. It doesn't require a focus to use when you are an advanced user, but most people still use a staff. Magecraft differs from wizardry and witchcraft in the way you shape and use your magic. Where wizards and witches use mainly intent and enchantations, mages use heavy math and knowledge to construct the magic circles for their spells. Like this blue one that I am using to examine you."

“Is that so? Elena, what do you know about the types of magic sorcerers use?” “There are originally four sources of magic that result in different practices. Earth magic, Water Magic, Wind Magic, and Spirit Magic. All of them have healing attributes but water magic is the strongest in this aspect and…” Elena frowned. “I haven’t really met many sorcerers, they are not welcome in my father’s county yet, so I am not sure…. but I think water magic and earth magic are more common.”

I could feel its magic rushing in, the feeling was so familiar. Without delay, I began channeling the earth's magic. Earth magic is the oldest form of magic and surprisingly this territory has magic buried in the earth. Its magic is pure and dangerous as well when witches push beyond their limit. I could feel the earth's elements and forces of nature welcoming me. I could feel the thick heavy clouds moving from the moon surface, and shining down on me through the center opening of the cemetery. Mother was granting me full access to the moon's magic, she was on our side.

MIRACLE POV (A/N: Power source of a magic is like a battery which keeps the magic running. It is usually the witch who uses magic, casts spells or makes potions. The witch can still transfer her power source energy into a person or object to keep the magic intact even after she dies.) ~A NIGHT BEFORE… “ But my plan involves you. ” He adds making me close my eyes and then sigh exasperatedly. “ What is it that I have to do now? ” I ask, opening my eyes and looking at him from the corner of my eyes.

Missteps carried consequences that left lingering marks - burnt skin, fleeting shadows that refused to dissipate, or whispers of anger that followed us for hours. The natural witches explained that magic, whether light or dark, was neither inherently good nor evil - it was intention that shaped its consequences. Magic was like water: formless, neutral, present in all things, waiting for a channel. Its allegiance was never to a pack, a coven, or an individual. Only the hand that wielded it could decide whether it nurtured or destroyed.

Giving him free access to my center. But this was no creaking wooden table. It’s just a flat piece of rock. “It’s not as simple as that.” Veline explained. “Some things have to come slowly. Magic, especially that belonging to an individual rather than a group, is like a precious flower. You must give it room to grow then nurture it into full bloom.” I didn’t understand what she was saying. “You have to find it in its own time.” She elaborated. Brushing my sticky hair back from my forehead.

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

during first impressions. He studied me for my reaction -and I assume comprehension- while he spoke. “Shine and magic are not the same. A person’s shine is housed in their body’s energy field. The stronger it is, the brighter it glows. It attracts magic to the person like a magnet. Without the shine to hold the magic there, it would simply slip away; leaving only what is around the person at that moment available for use. Since that can often be minimal, we do our best to collect the magic and keep it in our shine for when it is really needed.” “Can you feel it coming and going?” I asked.

Astasha had left the King's quarters with her mind reeling. All she knew about blood magic was what she had read in that book, and now she had barely any time to find a way to use it to free Calder. It had very much been insinuated, that should she get caught, there was nothing the King could do, and rightfully so. Josnen was indeed the ruler of the land, but when it came to magic and the laws that bound it, the High Council of Sorcery was in charge. Should a mage break any of the rules put in place by them, their punishment could not be overruled by the court. It was a delicate dance between who stood where with the laws of royalty and magic, but a necessary one.

Lark said. Earth released his grip and he can't see Lark anymore. “Why? Where did you go?” Earth asked. “Oh, you can't see me now, that's because you are seeing me for the first time, it's just temporary. "So only by physical contact can I see you" he still couldn't believe it. Now that there is somebody he can speak to, he no longer felt lonely. "Do you know what is the name of this house of the academy?" he asked and continued asking more questions such as where can he find the books that contains information about the academy of magic and the like.