Clover Magic Novels & Stories

I quizzed, locking my arms around his neck. "I don't know. They would be stupid to lie. As much as they are powerful, if we wanted them dead we could kill them and they know it," his hands glided down my body, tracing the curves of my waist before settling on my ass, "they called it cloaking magic. It created the illusion of a normal, full moon which gave them the ability to shift." I yelped when he hiked me up, my legs automatically hugging his lean torso, "I don't know many supernaturals that can wield magic."

Claire said with a smile, she was sat on the edge of the coffee table looking at me. "Now, enough of this, let's watch Magic Mike." Chloe said. Picking up the controller. "What's magic Mike?, is he a Magician?" Heather asked, sitting up. "Daddy took me to see a magician called Magic Kevin the Magnificent once." I looked at Chloe with a grin as she sat still. "I think they took that off the other day. We will watch it another time sweetie," Ingrid said. "Why don't you pick a film, Heather?" I said, looking down at the sweet girl.

“It’s done.” He waits for more. “They won’t smell us,” I explain. “Or see us. Or hear us.” He blinks. “What?” “Did I stutter?” His head shakes slowly. “They won’t see us or hear us?” he repeats. Clear disbelief sits in his voice. “What kind of spell is that?” “It’s a cloaking spell,” I say simply. The explanation feels straightforward enough. “It’s like we’re walking inside a small bubble of magic.” His eyes move around the quiet forest.

Peter was taking his time to watch them, but till then, they couldn't be allowed into certain activities, especially this one. Margo sighed and rubbed her face. Chyra and her mate, Caden, wasn't improving her cause. "Okay, get in line." Claire nodded her thanks and joined Freya and Lucille who nodded at her after she greeted them. She picked up the weight on the floor-without much ado-with her magic, created a ball around it, and then held it up. Although it had been noted these past few days that her magic wasn't on par with Freya and Lucille, it was still something beautiful to behold. Margo had decided to train her too when she had found the later watching them stealthily, a deep longing

Today it looked… eccentric. I pushed the door open without knocking. Purple shirt. Green knickers. Bright. Loud. Almost offensive to the senses. The Mage stood near a cluttered table grinding something that smoked faintly when his pestle touched it. Herbs. Crystals. Things I didn't recognize. The smell was sharp. Medicinal. I stopped in the doorway. "You know," I said dryly, "there are people who would take you more seriously if you tried black cloaks." He did not look up. "And miss the joy of watching their expectations die in real time?"

I explain, trying to focus and quickly brushing my hair back. “There is magic in Clair De Lune though, is there not?” “Well, yes… we have mages, but there aren’t many.” “Is that so? What other man-made magic does Clair De Lune have, aside from their beautiful women?” he asks, making my heart skip a beat. “We have showers and electricity,” I reply, as I busy myself and fix up a few of the open sacks so it’s easier for those taking the things into the castle. “What do you mean by showers? I assume if it’s the monsoon season there will be showers.”

" I don't remember selling him that particular volume, but he buys a lot of stuff from me. “Someone broke into my house today and left your perfume behind. Josh smelled it in the book. "That's because he wanted you to feel it," Clara said, holding out the book and opening it in half. She pulled a small magnifying glass from the drawer beneath the register and examined the spines and edges of the pages. She pulled a slim pair of tweezers from her belt pouch and slipped them into the binding. A few moments later, she pulled out a thin feather. — Yes, this is indeed a very skilled magician. - What is that? "Part of a spell," said Clara, smelling pity. “A charm, actually. You need to get tested

Deciding to be careful, I use a simple camouflaging charm over myself. It is a basic defensive charm, nothing like the Dark-Magic-fuelled Cloak that Ann and I used to hide from the assassins. The Cloak shrouds the person completely in darkness, rendering them totally invisible to prying eyes. But it can only be used at night, and it is powered by Dark Magic, which as Venusian Witches, we aren’t supposed to use.

Now this, this was intimidating. In a flash, corey snapped his fingers and the little daughter of king Charles was stood beside him, a robe of wind surrounding her. She herself looked perplexed as to how to got there so fast. The ball went on like nothing happened and in fact, nobody seemed to be looking their way. It suddenly occured to me that this was what happened the night we were taken from earth. It was called cloaking magic, very rare and very advantageous. To the rest of the room, it looked like we were still eating and the kings were having a nice conversation. "Boo" corey said in a dark voice. "Thought I wouldn't find out?" He asked darkly and in a second, his eyes changed to an e