Cherry Magic Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Even if the best case scenario was I remain the same, at least I might be able to center myself long enough to not have my magic explode out of me like some kind of cannon. I set the book down on the coffee table before taking my seat on the floor in front of it. The first few pages are introductions to the author and whatever other nonsense I immediately bypass. I don't need to read through twenty pages of some author—whose more than likely dead by now—droning on about the importance of magic balance and blah blah. Flipping to somewhere in the middle,I immediately saw a diagram of a pentagram. "Ohhh…" I mumble to myself and trace my finger over it.

“Tess, you’re right. I never truly understood what you wanted. I’m sorry, and thank you.” He finally exited with dignity, and I, too, finally ended this endless tug-of-war, ready to restart my own life. A year later, I returned home. My first stop was to visit the orphanage and Ms. Grey. The orphanage was just as warm as I remembered. Laughter and playful shouts from the children echoed the yard. When she saw me, her smile was gentle and kind. “Tess, it’s good to have you back.” We sat on the wooden chairs in the courtyard and caught up.

Before they knew it, they were all sucked inside the book, screaming. They fell in a heap like the first time they arrived in Ancient Egypt. It was as though they were thrown there. Only that, Mazoi was now included in this journey with them. They groaned as their bodies hit the hard floor, making them feel the pain for a little while before they could move to stand up. “I wish I could just stand up next time and not fall hard face down the floor,” Eric complained and groaned again. “Right. Do something next time, Elise,” Diana suggested to her.

An Update from the Author – New Chapters are Coming! Dear readers, I just wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your love, patience, and support for "Finding the Heart of Magic." Your messages asking me to continue truly touched my heart—I see them, and I appreciate every single one of you who has been waiting for more. I haven't forgotten this story—it's been in my heart all this time, waiting for the right moment to continue its journey. And now, that time is near.

Astrid's pov "My mate is here!" Cherry said, pride swelling in her words, she looked at Taylor, a silent expression requesting permission. Taylor waved her hand dismissively. Cherry leaped up from her chair and rushed off to meet her mate, in his hold a brown rabbit. She kissed him passionately, wrapping her hand around his neck. "I know you are very happy to see your mate," Carla said upon Cherry's return before she could even sit down, "But you should apply some decorum because if you react like that over a little bunny what are the rest of us supposed to do when our mates bring in a real game?"

Something's really blooming, he thought to himself before he grinned. Chloe sat at the chair in front of many books she chose and let out a deep breath. The heat from her face was already gone but Jared's words still rang through her ears. The brunette quickly shook her head to keep out any unnecessary thoughts at the moment and focused on the large book she was holding. She ran her fingers across the name. The cover was mystical and she could feel the power that radiates from it. Master Hunn sure loved History. "The Magical History," she recited in a gentle voice. Chloe opened the book and her eyes widened.

Frankly I hated the color pink, it just looked a bit ugly to me. "Please! Just come just this one time. You can't possibly let me go all alone." She grumbled like a kid all through the ride to our apartment but I remained adamant on my decision. I couldn't get out of my head thoughts about the stranger I had met at the cafe earlier today. There was something in the way that handsome stranger held on to my wrist, the way his touch felt familiar to my skin that kept on lingering in my head. ***** Hey it's me, Cherry again! How is the second chapter coming? Don't be disappointed or discouraged, its leading to something BIG, I promise. Byeee. Don't forget to vote and comment!!!

I stoped counting my steps and how much I walked, I didn’t understand if this is a dream or I magicly traveled here by any way out of my thinking capabilities, after my death infrond of my eyes, I hated being a stepping stone for others, and an amusement thing to pass their time when I was in school, by bullying or make fun at me, in that time I let it happen because I can’t strike back for, evry time I try defending myself by talking back, the words stuck at my mouth and can’t come out, and even if it can comes out, it will be incoherent or forget to continue what in my mind than starting bubling nonsense, that will give me beating or humiliation frond of every one there, whitch push me la

Oh, this was going to be fun. - After observing my surroundings, I followed everyone else to the manor hall. In the middle was a gigantic crystal chandelier, and all the walls were rows of ancient mirrors, each labeled with a player's name. When the young mage stood before his own mirror, everyone saw an image of him appearing in the mirror, being torn apart by countless tentacles. His face turned pale right away. Everyone followed suit, but it was all gory sights of death. When I went to my mirror, however, there was only opaqueness with no images to be seen.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.