Cerpen Magic Hour Novels & Stories

The finished product reminded me of an eye, though the pupil was formed by the small crescent moon I’d painted. With a shaky breath, I placed my pointer finger at the center of the crescent moon and closed my eyes. The moment darkness encompassed my vision, I could feel the electrifying presence of magic building in my gut. I hadn’t expected it to be so easy to picture its force. Instantly an image formed in my mind, leaving me both startled and nervous. Rather than the crackling golden light I’d imagined my magic looked like, I was surrounded by a dark and impenetrable smog.

This Left no blind spots for pollution to hide in, the mana usually went towards the nearest one, At sunset, Ari and her parents stood on a balcony at the top of the magic tower. Her papa had just turned on his new magic tower system and she could see snow falling down and covering the forests and grasslands below. Cheers burst out on the lower floors of the magic tower. The recruits were looking out the mana glass windows at the falling snowflakes with excitement in their eyes. They were all proud of what they accomplished, reinforcing their excitement in being a part of something bigger than themselves.

Eve whispered accusingly. "They are the same," was the serene answer. "Silence, girls!" Orlando was nostalgic. Ivana and Brie had sometimes quarreled over trivial things when they were small. "Look, there are crows! Close the window, Belinda!" There were hundreds of crows. Orlando thought the black surroundings were just dark trees and vegetation. It was just nine o'clock in the evening but here in the supernatural land, it was the start of all kinds of magic. The headlights of the truck were weak due to the blackness of the night. There was no moon.

I am not burning or hurting as the magic from the amulet spills into my body. The ancestors join us. Onya, Sonya, and Anna place their hands on me. I take a deep breath in as colors come from their body to mine. It doesn't hurt like it did before. This is different. It takes over an hour for the magic to move from the amulet into my body. When the magic stops moving, everyone backs away, and the amulet lays flat on my neck. I reach up and touch it. It feels like love when I touch the amulet.

Dike continued to speak as they walk fast. The more the warriors heard the story about the Lycan and their abilities and reason for vexation, the more afraid they were and that fear motivated them to walk as quickly as possible. They now have only 6 hours before the sun sets and these half-bloods would begin to wake up. And because they have incredible ability to smell, they can easily search out humans from wherever they are hiding. But the wicked Oracle would strike to slow them down so that they won’t walk out of the lands before sunsets,

We were completely surrounded by tombstones that differed in shapes and sizes. Kevin put down the bag and we started to prepare the spell. I took the candles and put them in formation. While Kevin pulled out the box that we found in the attic before, it had the horseshoe in it. He took it out and put it in the middle of the candle lit star. Then we both sat down waiting for the blue moon to rise so that I could cast the spell using my blood to destroy it once and for all. Time went by so slowly. Minutes felt like hours. It seemed like forever and we kept on looking at the watch every minute till it finally reached 11:55. Kevin looked at me and said: “When all of this is done I will take you

It didn't matter, I wasn't there to sit and enjoy the view, I just wanted to close the curtains so I didn't have to worry about any peeping pixies. As I reached for the curtains, the sun set and the sky started to take on a lavender hue. Magic rushed through my limbs, and I fell forward onto that pristine bench; staining it horribly. My heart began to pound faster—I could hear my blood pulsing through it—and with it, my magic. I pushed myself upright and stared down at my extended hands. Lavender light—a perfect match to the sky outside—sparkled around my fingertips.

Another ususal morning The early risers chirping, morning sun beams peeking through the clouds, birds about their morning rituals, a gentle cool breeze, golden light everywhere, covering natural and man-made creations, full of beauty and magic Cynthia realsied she had slept more than 12 hours now ...half day and the whole okay she deserved it after all that she had been through and whatveer she was going to be through the next week was going to be a really strange and challeneging experience ...She was on a run hiding from her enemies ..thsis wasn't the life she really wanted ....okay she one the one who used to maifest supernatural touch to her life but exactly not this way like surely not

Each step forward brings a mix of anticipation and trepidation, as the unknown unfolds with each passing moment. I settled down on my table to write...for the first time ever at midnight, when the moon was out that the hour was silent. The windows open, and breeze coming in, kissing my skin as I focused on my work. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine what would happen in the next three hours. It was midnight, and I believed a lot of mysterious things happened my this time. These days as my consciousness for magic got more heightened, I sensed magic in the atmosphere at midnight, even till six in the morning and wonder what it is that is going on. Funny thing is that, I can't see what it is t

she says. I take up more space. "Bigger." I do. The clearing feels smaller when I'm done, like I've expanded to fill it. My shoulders ache from holding them back instead of curling forward. My jaw hurts from not apologizing. Progress tastes like metal and sweat. The magic training happens in the afternoons, inside Sage's cottage with the curtains drawn. Haven naps in the next room or plays quietly with her wooden blocks, stacking them into towers that always lean slightly left.