Chuck Just Add Magic Novels & Stories

Megumi Henry seems to notice that I'm a little off so he suddenly walked beside me and asked worriedly, "Hey, you okay?" I nodded, keeping my head down... Henry lend the left side of his earphone and said, "Here. It's The Imperials first song, it was very rare to get a copy of this." I listened to the music suddenly shifting my mood, I smiled brightly at him, "Thank you. They're cool as always. I've been looking everywhere for this! This just made my entire week- no month!"

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.

I was in the back most of the crowd so they were all looking back to me. I said and stated, “It wasn’t me” I even shook my head to intensify my disagreement. I was sure that it wasn’t me. I can control my power and I was sure I did not do that. “It was you! What the heck? That wasn’t funny” we all looked at the mirror magic and the voice magic. The mirror magic can let us see thing in bigger image and the voice magic is used so we can hear whoever is using that. The Exam Master’s magic is sound and mirror magic. He has two magic.

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

Tyler “For someone who claims not to be a witch, you sure know a lot of magic.” I scoffed. Chuck had conjured an entire breakfast from thin air. The man hadn’t been shy about using magic around me, odd behavior for one who claimed not to be a witch. “I told you, not all magic requires inherent gifts. Quite a bit of it can be learned and practiced by anyone, werewolves included.” He smirked. “Here, I’ll show you.”

Tomorrow feels like it could ruin all of that. My phone buzzes again. This time it's a text from an unknown number: “Can't wait to see you tomorrow, Jules. Should be interesting.” Marcus. He must have gotten a new number. I delete the message without responding and throw my phone across the room. Tomorrow's game just became ten times more complicated, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

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.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

"Didn't I tell you all? A daughter is way more profitable than a son! Cher might've married a freak of nature, but damn, that man has deep pockets! 7.5 million dollars in one shot!" My father took a long drag from his expensive cigar. "I can hardly believe it myself. I never thought that girl could be sold for such a high price." Pieces of shit. I marched toward them and flipped the table without hesitation, sending everyone at the game scrambling in shock.

“I obviously have chips.” “There’s a USB hidden behind my work badge. It contains one million dollars in cryptocurrency.” A smile curled at the corner of Lucien’s mouth. He shoved his chips into the center of the table with a crash. “I call. Double the stakes.” The cards were revealed. I lost. The room exploded with laughter. Someone tossed a phone in front of me. A loan app was open on the screen. “Go ahead. Borrow money. If you can scrape together three million, maybe you’ll earn the right to keep playing with me.”