Accidental Magic Novels & Stories

CHAPTER XVII: Implicit Confession of Feelings Nicanor floated into the air above Glade. It appeared like they were up to something. What would it be? As far as I remember, Nicanor’s magic is Acid Magic and it is corrosive in nature. That’s way too dangerous when use in its maximum power. Nicanor moved his hand forward and pressed the air as if he can touch it. Glade, on the other hand, snapped his fingers and all the flowers around were aimed at Raid’s and Marc’s direction. They closed their petals and just left a small opening on their centers.

I took a deep breath and released it, trying to relax so I could feel my magic. I felt the familiar thrumming of energy within me, but it pulsed with an unusual weight tonight, reluctant to respond. I closed my eyes, focusing inward. The whispers of my magic grew louder, drowning out my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth, willing the magic to flow. "Please," I muttered, pouring my intention into the spell. I envisioned a warm light surrounding Aric, a protective barrier to break whatever held him there. But the magic remained stubborn, slow to react.

He has two magic. On the mirror magic up, in front, we can see two ladies. One was holding a water ball and the other one has light ball, just like mine. At first, I thought she wasn’t able to control her magic that’s why it scattered to the whole arena but judging the look o her face. She was bragging. She was totally showing off. Light is a rare magic, during my father teenage years, he was the only one wo had it. That’s how rare it was. And it looks like in my generation, there’s two of us. On rare cases, when a mage is strong, Magic can be inherited from your parents but most of the time the magic itself can choose you. It looks like the latter’s her case. To me, I was strong enough to i

she said as she held my hand in hers pressing it in assurance. I looked into her curious eyes and said as i scratched the back of my head: “I don’t know Mia; I really think we should listen to Jack and keep away from it” She sighed soundly putting her head down replying in a low tone: “I just don’t think that it’s dangerous at all. It literally saved us back in the car accident. Let us give it a try” I couldn’t refuse her anymore: “Fine, I will do it. But if I won the race, you would have to listen to me afterwards and wait for Jack to call us back. That thing is dark magic and I would hate to see you get hurt” I agreed unwillingly

I greeted “Hi” he responded back “So I was kind of hoping you won't wake up so I could just sneak out and avoid this moment” “Yeah” he just muttered quietly chuckling lightly “So last night was good and thanks for that. actually been having a shitty couple of days. And no I didn't purposely get into your room it was a mistake, I was a bit drunk” “Yeah, I liked it too and…” I Interrupted “And if you would excuse me I will take my leave no” I said picking up my bag and walking to the door

I said. "Mackenzie, seems you don't know who you truly are." Sage shook his head negatively. "What do you mean? Do you know anything?" I asked, staring at him suspiciously. "Sage" Daisy shouted and the atmosphere became tensed as the wind blew heavily. I stood still with the two people in the midst of the wild wind. The man stood his ground and same with Daisy. Sage stretched his hand like he did earlier and the red stuff came out again ready to hit us but Daisy stopped it by stretching her hands as well and a blue light came from hers. It met Sage's own midway and they disappeared.

Garbie and I exchanged a nervous glance. I exhaled sharply and ran a hand through my damp hair. “Then we need to get out of here. We ended up here by accident, so there has to be a way back, right?” Aaron studied me for a long moment, his golden eyes sharp and assessing. Then, he shook his head. “That’s impossible.” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “There’s a reason you ended up here,” he said. “Magic isn’t random. Something brought you here, and until we figure out what, you’re not going anywhere.”

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

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.

She seemed to take a deep breath within the glowing aura surrounding her, “In the intricate web of magic, there’s a connection to everything around a practitioner. Someone, like Amy who uses dark magic and one wielding its light counterpart, like you, can create a clandestine link of immense power, a two-way mirror through which secrets and intentions flow like an invisible river. For the one using dark magic, it is akin to casting an unseen, insidious thread, one that reaches out like a shadowy tendril, seeking a foothold within the consciousness of the light magic user. It is an intrusion, a breach of boundaries, as their intentions and thoughts become subtly intertwined with those of thei