Cerpen Magic Hour Novels & Stories

“Lots of food, music, and pretty lights. But there are mainly two parts to it.” He holds up two fingers. “The Moon Dance and the Blood Hour.” The what hour? I echo out my curiosity. And Noel’s eyes darken, just a little. “The Blood Hour is basically a Hunt. For the Omegas in the pack. The higher-ranked wolves play hide-and-seek with us for an hour, and they are allowed anything except for murder.” My mouth drops open. You’ve got to be kidding me. “Anything?” His lips purse solemnly. Then he nods, and I can’t help but see a bit of memory flicker through his eyes. I can tell it isn’t anything that’d bring a smile.

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My head throbbed, a dull, aching rhythm that matched the exhaustion dragging at my limbs. 'It is impossible to learn any kind of magic in just a few hours,' Rune added, her gaze softening only slightly as she looked down at me. 'We all know that.’ Maggie, who had been sitting so still and silent, finally stood. She walked over, her face set in lines of quiet understanding, her hands clasped loosely in front of her.

I was about to come right here from nothing but a touch on my wrist. Lucian darkened his eyes with satisfaction. “This is only a taste, Elara. The books can give you so much more.” I was right on the edge, trembling when the clock began to chime again. A minute to one. The golden glow around us started fading. The magic vanished instantly, leaving me aching and empty. I swayed on shaky legs, breathing hard, my panties completely wet. I must not mention any of these to Grandfather, else I’ll be doomed.

Veronica introduced us, and Jennifer looked up, her eyes settling on Xavier briefly before she looked at me with the same surprise. "You look like Jia," she muttered, turning in Xavier's direction. "You look exactly like Sr. Alpha Xavier." This woman was middle-aged, similar to Sia. "I hear that often," Xavier remarked. "You are the first to say that to me," I answered. Jennifer smiled in response as she showed us to our rooms. Xavier and my room were close to each other. Veronica mentioned she would meet me at dinner, and Jennifer would walk Xavier and me through the rituals before sunset, as this magic mostly works at night only when the full moon lights up the skyline.

Compared to her, Montessa was definitely older, so she had no other choice but to respect the man and follow whatever Montessa said. According to Montessa's narrative, early morning during the crescent moon is the right time to perform time-crossing dimensional magic. She didn't really understand what Montessa was talking about because most of her time was used by Montessa to talk about his past with her great-grandmother, not talk about the reason for doing the magic in the middle of the night. All she heard was that the power of the crescent moon could increase the success of Montessa's plan. Completely useless…

They were going to sit it out for as long as it would take. Cyrus could not get a grasp on how he felt at that point, he had started his day with one thing in mind and by noon, it seemed like the day had a different plan of its own. Hour after hour, the men waited for the blade to drain and it took a total of five hours before the chief priest declared that the blade was now like “any other blade,” the chief priest pulled a bottle from his pocket and he locked the red cloth in it. The dark magic was now trapped and so long as the glass bottle remained closed, there was no way it could control anyone.

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.