Clover Magic Novels & Stories

Clara kisses his cheek, which perks him up immediately. “Okay, Maddie. We need a color scheme for the night.” I look around them all, and everyone is looking at me. “Pack colors are black and silver because of our name and the shine of the moon.” I nod. I want to incorporate that, but maybe add something else. “Your magic was deep forest green yesterday, baby.” Liam says, again reading my mind. “How about we do deep green and silver?” I ask, and Cianna makes a note on her notepad.

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.

Quietly, I walked downstairs and stepped outside into the cool night air. Everything was peaceful.The stars shone brightly above.The pack house was silent. And then I noticed something strange. Light….Faint light. Coming from the garden. Frowning, I walked toward it. As I got closer, I realized someone was there. Chloe. She stood beneath one of the large trees, her eyes closed. Strange symbols drawn with silver powder covered the ground around her. Candles burned softly, and a small crystal floated above her hand. I froze. Magic….,She was using magic.

Now I get it. Something that can defeat time magic? A magic aside from light magic? Light magic is the strongest and fastest magic attribute I only knew that can rival time magic and possibly beat it. But, I tried everything using light magic and yet I can’t still win against. If there’s none aside from light magic, then, I’ll just wait for miracle to happen. Wait a minute… miracle? What if I desired for miracle magic? A magic that has the ability to generate, shape and manipulate ultimate miracles. A magic that has the ability to overcome and solve any situation no matter how hopeless it may seem. And that zero percent chance of success means nothing to this magic and any obstacles face by

After attempting this for three days, a magic circle master said, “I'm Clay Kern from the Lexus Guild. I managed to crack the core of this magic circle. Now, I need everyone’s help to break the outer protection of the magic circle with me.” After Clay finished speaking, many voices were heard. “Oh, it’s Master Clay. His achievements in this area are few and far in between.” “Since Master Clay has spoken, I’ll be the first in line.” For a while, many people took action. If they could break the magic circle earlier, they could enter the medicine garden.

"As of this moment, all boons are forfeit." The parchment burst into flames, turning to ash. At that exact moment, far away in Silver Moon territory, the wards began to crumble. Every single one tied to my blood. I turned and walked toward a teleportation circle deep in the forest. My destination: Evernight City. The largest neutral magic city in the north. A crossroads for humans and supernaturals alike. I owned an apartment here, bought a decade ago under a false identity. The moment I arrived, my comm crystal started flashing frantically.

The things that produce the look Clara calls the brief look — the specific expression that means: I have found the thing. At the bottom of the third page, Clara has written: *What I understand about the practice that I did not understand at twelve: it is not a method. It is a way of being in the world. The method is how you describe it to people who are not yet in it. The thing itself is not the description.* Valentina looks up from the pages. Clara is watching her from across the table — the watchfulness, steady, patient, the attending that has been hers since the first hour.

"The magic here is... it's alive." Suddenly, the forest opened up to reveal a hidden glade, a circular clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the glade stood a single, enchanting Moonflower, its petals shimmering with a magical glow. The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade.

"Cloven, this is your last warning, we will attack if you don't stand down." Cloven lets out a low-pitched scream that seems to come from nothing but pure rage. His jaw snaps together with ferocity, his teeth clash against one another with enough force to break a man's arm. Cloven's magical ability is still affecting the elf behind him who is now holding the dagger against his throat again. Every fiber of his being is telling him to end his life, his conciseness is thrown into turmoil as he fights to stay alive. In the end, he is not able to fight it off forever, and he succumbs to the magical force and takes his life. He stabs himself in the neck as hard as he can, forcing the dagger across