Cerpen Magic Hour Novels & Stories

AURORA’S POV I couldn’t have imagined such a death even in my darkest fantasy; suspended in the air, surrounded by candles with weird fragrance. My death meant the return of someone very evil. It also meant the death of my little girl. I tried to use my magic but it was all in vain. My body was drained of all strength. Despair had taken root in my heart and had grown like Cuscuta engulfing my heart; draining it of the tiniest bit of hope that was left.

If we hold them off a little bit longer Asher and Annabelle will be safe and they will be able to help. I am starting to get tired now, using all this magic is draining me, I know this is a bad sign as I was fine usuing my magic before. I keep concentrating on the giants as Arizer keeps shooting arrows at the scorpion creatures. When he is nearly out of arrows again, I use my air magic again and bring them back to him. They are cover in blood and muck now, you can hardly tell what they are made of. Asher and Annabelle come flying out of their doors when the sun finally goes down, as soon as Asher is out he shouts

"Is that weird? Is that—" "It's perfect." I pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Mom knows about ritual magic. We can ask her to help design something meaningful." "Before sunset?" "Before sunset," I confirmed. I pulled out my phone and texted Mom, explaining what Sera needed. The response came back almost immediately: **Mom: Beautiful idea. Meet me in the Luna garden in 20 minutes. I'll bring supplies.** I showed Sera the message and felt relief ripple through the mate bond.

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.

Mara Morning arrives gradually. Not gently nothing in the past twenty four hours merits that term but softly enough that the world doesn't instantly break me again when I wake up. Sheer curtains let in pale, circumspect light, as though even the sun knew better than to rush me. The room has a subtle scent of crushed herb and something sweet and metalic that I know is magework. Traditional magic. cautious magic. Grounding magic. I lie still for a moment cataloging myself.

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

Ming's POV I'd always thought "dawn" was a poetic way of saying "early morning." I was wrong. Dawn was 5:47 AM, and it was absolutely brutal. "Why does magical training have to start so early?" I mumbled as Kamon and I climbed into the Council's van, where Khun Siriporn and Khun Ratchanee were waiting with cups of coffee that smelled like heaven. "Because magical energy is strongest in the hours just after sunrise," Khun Ratchanee explained cheerfully. "The veil between worlds is thinnest when day and night meet."

she leaned over the counter to whisper the ending to June like it was some big secret. “Would you?” June perked up. Marge showed her the spell and making an opening motion with her hands, an image popped up. It showed they had around 2 days before the attack. Just enough time to finish preparing. June took off to practice her magic more, trying to perfect all she could. Hunter would sometimes watch her practice, proud of the rapid progress she made in such a short time. “You know, I’m proud of far you’ve come.” he said, closing the bedroom door shut behind them.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Visa Application denied. Leah was silent for a while, watching me with furrowed brows. Then, as the clock ticked past eleven at night, she perked up as if an idea had sparked. “Wait,” she said, eyes brightening. “What if you try at midnight? I have heard of midnights magic.” I blinked at her, tired. “Midnight?” “Yeah. I read somewhere that sometimes the system refreshes at odd hours. Midnight sounds like… I don’t know, magic time?”