Cherry Magic Novels & Stories

Cherry opened up and smiled on seeing me. "Oh, you are back to us," she said and I looked at Morgan. Cherry's eyes flew to Morgan and I could see how nervous she was. "Oh, you came with her, why?" She asked. "To give this gift of appreciation to Alex," he said. "Alright, give the basket to me. We don't need you, we need her..." She was saying but Alex walked out. With a smile on his face, Alex called us in. "He should be allowed in," he said looking at Cherry.

Miranda Vale requests the honor of your presence. Honor. What a joke. Cherry. Her little sister. Eighteen years old. Bright-eyed. Soft-spoken. Too gentle for the world they had been born into. Too gentle for their mother. Was being dragged right into that world. She wasn’t in any position to go. She was currently in hiding, not when she was currently running from what she did. Besides, she and Cherry didn’t have a good relationship. At least, that was what she told herself. The truth was more complicated. Messier. Heavier.

(Stop, stay in the dusk), ‘she said fiercely, throwing the crushed magical powder over them. Raven and Maddie were frozen in time and their minds were instantly in a twilight zone. The large copper fire bowl was placed on the kitchen table and Moon lit the fire with magic. In turn, different herbs were thrown into the fire. Each herb was accompanied by a powerful spell. It was chanted and repeated three times, it made it extra powerful.

As I put her down, my happiness was replaced with anxiety as realization of the horseshoe nature hit me: “I won Mia, do you know what this means?” Her smile disappeared as fast as it appeared before she replied: “it means the horseshoe is dark magic” I pulled the horseshoe of my neck and put in her hand: “keep it with you I will be back” then I left for the changing room. In just 10 minutes, I changed my clothes and headed back to the pool area. A small stage was set up for the ceremony. People gathered around it applauding and cheering loudly.

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

He said and lifted my chin and opened my mouth. "It was the only way to subside my fever" I replied. The way that he looked at me was like questioning me if I really have a fever. "Didn't you know that once you drain your mana, you'll have hay fever, and the only way to subside the fever is to eat your own magic," I said while catching my breath and feel my fever that subsided? I sighed in relief when I felt that the load in my chest was slowly fading.

"Ewww! That's absolutely disgusting, just the thought of it." Her twin clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Yeah, right. So, leave me the hell alone! We're at a damn party, and we're supposed to have fun. I'm twenty-three, Ixora, not sixteen! You're not my damn mother, for crying out loud!" Cherry fished a cigarette from her bag. "Maybe you should try getting laid too. God knows you need it to get that stick out of your tight ass." She said as she produced her lighter and lit her cigarette.

She blew out a breath, then went back to doing her dance. Sheryl was right. Cherry is a bit of a weirdo, but she’s lovable. She couldn’t tell you any reason to like her, but there are many. Her attire was simple: leggings and a sports bra with her black dance shoes. The sound of something hitting the marble counter snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Margaret. She placed a plate down in front of me. “Eat something. I’m sure you haven’t had a good meal.” I nodded, scanning Margaret’s face to see if she caught on to the way I stared at Cherry. I’m sure I didn’t look too long. And there was a reason.

"Well, I don't do it in public, so she should be okay." They chatted about nothing meaningful for fifteen minutes as Michael watched the public walk past the shop. Cherry was about twenty-five. She had had a little trouble getting going in business when she had taken over from her father. People looked at her buxom, petite blonde image and thought they could roll right over her. She had had to fight hard to keep the mall shop going, but once she had established herself she been able to open three smaller shops catering for office workers in tower blocks. Suddenly Cherry said, "Wow! Look at that chick!" Michael turned his head and found himself looking at Lucy. "Now that," Cherry went on, "is

* * * * * * SIX MONTHS LATER: "It's been how many days now? Like five? And after a series of explanations and demonstrations, I still don't understand this stupid UNO game!" Cherry's frustrated declaration was punctuated by her literally throwing her entire hand of cards onto the table like she was having a tantrum. The colorful cards scattered everywhere, some landing on the floor, some fluttering off the edge of the porch. We couldn't help ourselves. We all burst into uncontrollable laughter. "I genuinely hate all of you," Cherry announced dramatically, pushing her chair back and standing up. "You're all terrible people who enjoy watching me suffer." She stormed off toward the house, her p