Accidental Magic Novels & Stories

It was warm, confident, and effortlessly charming. A blast of a car horn shattered the moment. “Hey! Get your filthy self off the road!” Drake flinched and jumped onto the pedestrian lane, muttering an apology to the angry cab driver. His ears burned with embarrassment. Maybe today wasn’t the day for daydreams. The gates of Brian’s Academy loomed ahead. tall, and guarded like a palace. Drake stopped just short of stepping inside. It was… magnificent.

With each passing moment, I hoped for a sense of normalcy to return, but the events of the night had left an indelible mark, reminding me of the fragility of safety and the need for constant vigilance in a world where danger could lurk in unexpected places. **Amelia POV**

So, I had to pick the next best. As I stretched up, my fingertips grazing the edge of the box, my heart was already racing, thinking of the awkwardness of reaching for it in the first place. But just as my fingers brushed against the box, disaster struck. The entire shelf seemed to conspire against me. One by one, pads, tampons, and other assorted products came tumbling down, crashing to the floor with an absurdly loud clatter.

Then he offered his hand for a handshake, “I’m sorry to meet you this way.” Bruce accepted his hands, “I know. I’m sorry for your loss.” Suddenly, Magnus walked towards Meredith’s photo and they all followed, “You know, I remembered, when I found out that Agatha was in a mutual understanding with an ordinary boy,” he looked at Jude and chuckled, “I sent her back to Italy right away.” he said looking at Anna’s picture. As he continues to share a story, the Smiths and the Riggs are quietly listening to him.

Bella's mind raced back to what Kimmie had said earlier, she stared at Erica's hand with irritation as her eyes narrowed before returning her gaze to Jennifer, embarrassed by Bella expression, Erica's hand dropped. "Isn't that the same college you attended honey? Did you perhaps run into her in college?" She asked, her gaze fixed on Damian, her eyes calculating. Damian's response wasn't indifferent from his personality as he immediately denied it. "How could I possible know her? We're literally two worlds apart, isn't that right brother?" Damian said, as he glanced at Ray, his eyes suggesting some kind of challenge. "Mmm, I wonder how she manage to get in. Do they just let anybody in these d

I want to file last night away as a weird fever dream, one night, a job, a strange, overlit performance that's already finished. Except I'm lying here with my pulse running uneven because of how he looked at me. And I don't know what to do with that, because I also don't know who sent that warning text, don't know whose black car vanished before I could blink, and don't know why anyone would waste their time on a girl with a negative savings account. Unless they already know something I don't. My brain takes that and runs. What if there's a secret lineage? A lost fortune sitting in Europe with my face on the paperwork? What if Albert was sent to find me? What if the gala was a test?

Following the light of her hand, soothing flow of vermillion strings emerged from her cut like crimson threads making its way through a deep gash of skin while following the needle. The strings of blood slowly turned into a little orb of ruby, and when Mayari is certain that the poisoned blood has been excerpt from her body, she then stopped the flow of her magic. Her hand's glow slowly fade away like a fire loosing its life and recoiled to a blackish coal, but will soon be ignited when it is needed. Without her magic the red orb lost its float and dropped to the rosy lake with a splash extending the area of blood in the innocent clear snow, preading like a blooming rose above the white wint

Interesting. She only found out magic existed by accident. "Sera, you know how to use your magic?" I arched one brow. Her last try had ended with the awakening of a sorceress and a unknown land. "You know I do." She crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. I shook my head. "I know you have magic, but I haven't seen you use it." Sera looked confused. "But that's how you found me, right? I did magic on the jerk who tried to hurt me and on your friend." She was pleased with herself. "Plus, the other night - "

I said, and Randolph nodded. "If he is a fraud, he is fair game," Randolph pointed out, and I frowned at him. "Only the Macsim bloodline is allowed to live in this world. Ace wolves were wiped out for a purpose; their bloodthirst results in madness. The Macsim bloodline is a mix of Ace wolves and Werewolves, so they aren't as wild as full breeds. If this bastard isn't a Macsim, the law states he should be hunted and killed." Randolph said, and at that moment, Kevin walked into the office.

“It will provide me the magic that I lack to fully restore the tree.” I placed my hand on my hips and breathed deeply. “Where the hell did you get this crazy idea? And how sure are you that this is going to work? Don’t tell me reading all those fantasy novels in my realm fueled this idea. Ace, I’m the one who should be coming up with crazy ideas! Not you.” I pointed at him. “You should be the guy who gives out LOGICAL solutions. Not some fantasy theories!” “Logical?” Ace raised a brow at me. “Have you forgotten what my magic is? I can revive dead plants. My gift is the oldest one there is. Having this magic brought up again after so many years must have its reason. Isn’t that enough proof?”