Accidental Magic Novels & Stories

"I get it. But hey, maybe you just need to meet them in person. You never know, you might click with one of them." I shrugged. "Maybe. But then I think about Sarah..." Cameron's ears perked up. "Sarah? Who's Sarah?" "Sarah's the girl I accidentally hit with my car a few weeks ago," I said, wincing at the memory. "I was driving home from a meeting and didn't see her crossing the street. It was a pretty bad accident, but luckily she's okay." Cameron's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, that's crazy! I had no idea."

“ I cannot be a Valentino. I don't like those people. My name is Alejandro, you have heard of me, right? I am Rodrigo’s worst enemy and drug lord” That name Alejandro sounded so familiar, even though Rodrigo has not told me anything about his business dealings with so many people in the mafia family, I have overheard him and Marcello talking about Alejandro, and sometimes when he was in a bad mood, it was because of some failed transaction that his enemy had taken away from him. I had no idea that all this while I had his eyes on me, and was waiting for the day that I would get out on the street alone, and then he would seize that opportunity and abduct me. However, I was curious about one

She simply reached across the marble island, her index finger pointing directly at the tiny, vibrant smudge of green clinging to Vivian's thumb. Vivian looked down. The moment her eyes landed on the paint, her breath caught completely. The immaculate, unflappable composure she had spent her entire life perfecting shattered in a microsecond. A deep, furious crimson flush rushed up her neck, blooming violently across her cheeks as she realized she had been caught red-handed. She abruptly set the mug down, pulling her hand back defensively and hiding her thumb inside her palm. "It is an industrial contaminant," Vivian stammered, her voice cracking slightly, completely losing its smooth executiv

As I felt the water touch the middle of the head and spread round my entire head and down my face and neck, as if by magic I was no longer at the ceremony, I couldn't hear the little chatters underneath anymore. My consciousness was transported and I found myself standing in the middle of what seems like a forest which was surprisingly very still and quiet. The leaves on the branches weren't moving, neither was there any animal in sight. Without being told, all I could do was walk forward, it was as if I had always known that whatever I was searching for was going to be in front. As I walked on, a blurry figure caught my attention. I began to walk even faster to get closer to the figure. I f

Anita falls to the ground unconscious. There is always a prize to pay when using magic

Still, the thought of divorcing Theo had my shoulders slumping in a sullen pout. I sighed in annoyance at my own mood. All the pregnancy hormones were making me broody. And also apparently giving me magic. It had occurred to me on the way back to Darkmoon from our honeymoon cabin that there was a possibility no one had broken into my house to cover my bedroom in wildflowers. In all likelihood, I had unknowingly done it myself in my sleep with this new magic I didn’t yet know how to control. It was an unsettling thought. It brought to light the terrifying truth that I didn’t have control of my very illegal magic. If I accidentally wielded it in the wrong place at the wrong time, I could be ex

It made no sense. I swallowed hard as my eyes darted around, and that’s when they caught Dorian’s assistant a few seats over. She was staring right at me, her mouth slightly open in what looked like pure shock. Her expression was filled with disbelief — mixed with judgment and confusion. It was like she couldn’t believe what had just happened—like I must have pulled some strings or cast a spell to make her boss throw away a massive opportunity. Honestly, if someone told her that I used magic on Dorian, she would probably believe it.

"I told you I didn't." "It's just that the timing is so suspicious." She tilted her head, voice carrying further now, drawing more eyes from nearby clusters of guests. "Jilted at the altar one week, married to a billionaire the next. Pregnant within a month." Her eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. "Almost like you had a plan." "I didn't plan any of this." "Of course not." Her tone made it clear she believed the opposite entirely. "Forgive me if I find it hard to believe a stranger from nowhere just happened to land herself a fortune through pure accident."

A civil war that would have gutted the pack was avoided by a matter of hours. ​No one called it luck after that. They called it Aurora. ​And far beyond their borders, Silas stood on one leg, a stomp was where his other leg should have been. ​He had been a ghost for years, silently rebuilding in the dark, seething as he watched from the fringes of the world. But the moment Aurora’s gift flared strong enough to bend the tracks of fate itself, something in the old, dark magic Silas practiced let out a scream. ​The child lived. The child was his undoing.

I would still be feeling the terrible heat pulling me inexorably toward the alpha mate who wanted to kill me if it hadn’t been for Wilder’s earthquake. “The thing about elemental magic,” Wilder says, “is that it can get away from you pretty easily because the elements of nature are so powerful. For example, when I used magic to open the padlock on Giuseppe’s door, there wasn’t very much that could have gotten out of control. I was just moving a piece of steel.