Baca Novel Magic Hour Novels & Stories

Sunlight fell in dusty stripes across the Persian rug. It was empty. Peaceful. Or so I thought. I walked to the fiction shelves, my bare feet silent on the rug. My fingers trailed along the familiar spines until they stopped on an old favorite: The Night Circus. A story about magic, secrecy, and a love that defies everything. I pulled it from the shelf, holding the worn cover in my hands. I turned around. He was there. Leaning against the far bookshelf, watching me. A leather-bound book rested in his hands, unopened.

I burst inside and began tearing through shelves. Books fell to the floor as I searched, my hands frantic and my breath heavy. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for… only that I would recognize it when I found it. My fingers brushed against a hard cover book. It had a title, written bodly. Magic. My heart pounded. I dragged it free and dropped into the chair by the desk, flipping through the pages with trembling hands. The air felt heavier here. Then I saw it. BLACK MAGIC My breath caught.

The moment the class ended he went straight to Earth, however, it seem like he was lost. He couldn’t understand how but after almost an hour of walking down the corridors toward the tower of Earth he still couldn’t get close to it. This made him frustrated, the more time passed by the stronger the feeling of jealousy built up in his chest. He realized that this could only be because of magic, similar to an illusion, there is a magic spell that can distort someone else sense of direction. He stopped walking and paused and decided to speak,

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

"Thank you. I finished the first one the other night." "I noticed. I have to head downstairs and talk to some people for a bit. Noelle is in her room. Sid won't be here until tomorrow. I'm going to leave the door open so you can just call for her if you need her, okay?" I nodded and opened the book to start reading. Derek tipped my chin up and dropped a heart-stealing kiss on my lips before he left the room. It was only a few minutes later when Noelle poked her head in to see if I was okay. After reassuring her I was, I lost myself in Hogwarts. I must have fallen asleep reading because the next thing I remember was Derek sliding into bed next to me and wrapping me in his arms. I snuggled clo

From the first day I met her, I could tell how powerful she is but with the situation of things, it would be best if she kept all her ambitions whatsoever a secret because the littlest things could be described as treason and betrayal. I spent the rest of the day in the library, Maggie showed me some of the erotic novels she fancied and before the end of the day, she had gathered a long list of books she would love for me to read. Browsing through the library shelves, I found a book titled, "It Ends With Us" by Colleen Hoover. I liked the book immediately I read the first five pages. I added it to my collection and returned to my room with the books. Maggie said she needed some sleep so afte

I was at her side immediately, stroking the hair from her brow so I could look into her eyes. "Selene?" I asked worriedly. It took a moment for her gaze to focus on mine and when it did her eyes were back to the same brilliant green they were before. "You had me worried there for a second," I breathed. She sat up straight still trying to shake the dredges of her trance from her mind. "I'm ok," she assured me with a weak smile. "This kind of magic can be draining, and before yesterday, I never thought I had the capacity to try it."

she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.” “So if you want, you can go upstairs to read that book you’re holding,” said someone beside me, her voice soft and light like a caress of a feather. I craned my neck to see a woman with unruly hair as red as blood and bright blue eyes, pointing her index finger up. “Only for a maximum of three hours for one book. Once the time is up, we will begin to charge you ten lums per hour," she told me with a set face.

What if someone else took it? "I looked up in the internet for a book with irresistible and magical content, it gave me a title of 'Finding your magic star by the Unknown'," Louisa whispered, as she pulled a book out. Sheila gasped in awe. "My magic star?" "Looking for this?" Sheila and Louisa turned their gaze at the young man standing in front of them, with a book in his hand. He has a melancholic look on his waxen face.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.