Clover Magic Novels & Stories

"Now, let's wait for it before we leave. It'll certainly help out 'cause it will decrease the powers Sage is currently using to attack." "All right." While we waited, Morgana tried to fill me in on what the plans were and how they'd be carried out. Morgan was to lead some set of army to all the kingdoms under the Magical world. They'd try to fight off those men Sage sent to the magical world for attacks. "And we," she glanced at me. "We'll stop Sage himself. He's currently heading towards the human world." She explained the things we needed to do and without much surprise, I realized she hid the last past of the plan.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

She then motioned her head to the right, signaling the elf to quickly move out. "That took longer than I expected. I almost fell asleep." Jim commented with a yawn as he stood up and stretched his arms. "But I'm glad to see you again, May!" He walked towards her with a mischievous smile. Once he got closer to her, he was suddenly greeted with a dark cloak harshly thrown right in his face. "Geez, could you just give it to me nicely like a kind loving lady." The elf complained. "Which I am not." Mayari replied. "The cloak is similar to mine, casted with invisibility magic. Use it to stay out of sight."

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

I don’t fucking need you and would be better off without you. It was the work of an internal binding that we had yet to find a reversal for. Its magic always took hold whenever someone would get to close to what it was binding. That included mentioning it or even alluding to it. The magic was a diversion-based one and seriously powerful. It had to be if it was going to be an effective cage. It would take hold of him, making him lash out in an attempt to keep others away. Said magic then pushed out towards the target, ‘encouraging’ them to back off.

His eyes widened and he exclaimed, “Bloody Hell! Where did this come from?” “This is the real ‘Heart of Magic’ The one that Caleb went after was fake. I want to give this to you.” “Where the hell did you find a fake stone in midst of that dense forest?” “Magic!” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “Please, Aurora. Don’t joke. This could be serious.” I slung my arms around his neck and said, “I am not joking my dear Dragon King. Once I found this stone, I could do magic even in the Mystic Land.”

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

Flora reassured me. "What do I fucking do before the bitch kills me?" "You can unbind her magic on you," Flora replied simply. Unbind her magic? How the hell was I supposed to do that? "Liberum Vinculum," Flora said. I recalled seeing the spell in the spell book. "Liberum Vinculum" was a spell to break free from invisible bonds. Though there were several other spells, I doubted I could remember them in my current state. I was grateful that Flora had paid attention while I was reading through the spell book.

"If you want to save your mother and all that remains of the Nightengale Warriors, I suggest you come with me immediately." "NOOOO!!" Clove cried out. "You can not have her. I won't allow you to leave with my Mira!" As Clove spoke, her eyes started to light up brilliantly and thunder cackled in the heavens. "I will bring down a torrent of hell upon you, Thehmukss!" She hissed as her head snapped back, and she thrust her arms towards the heavens with sparks of energy that flickered at the tips of her fingers.