Clover Magic Novels & Stories

"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

Jamari is the only wolf I have ever seen displaying any kind of magic. “We told you you would get stronger.” Mischief twinkles in the eyes of Clotho. What the fuck is happening!?

I ask, reaching up and starting to unpin the laurel leaf crown. “Oh, Everleigh, don’t yet –“ Margot says, biting her lip and stepping forward to me. “If your silly magic attempt doesn’t work – which it won’t by the way –“ she gives me a small glare as I sigh and stop un-pinning the laurel. “Then I won’t need that anyway.” I nod, knowing that she’s right, and move quickly for the little drawer next to my sink. Margot scoffs. “You keep the magic in the bathroom drawer!?”

“Me.” “You,” the figure said, moving even closer until Clara could smell something strange emanating from beneath the cloak, herbs and smoke and something metallic. They touched her face, and she felt a shock of cold magic run through her. “But you must be clever about it. The death must appear natural. Accidental. A tragedy that no one could have prevented.” “The trials,” Clara said slowly. “The first trial is combat based. Accidents happen in combat. Especially when one competitor is wolfless and vulnerable.”

[Most alumni prefer to work in other places rather than stay here to teach. “So, what major would you like to pursue?” Mar asked Dorin. “A major, huh...”Dorin frowned thoughtfully. “What other majors are there anyway?” [There are 3 Magic divisions, namely Elemental Magic, Mental Magic, and Arcane Magic.] [The major courses are as follows...] Seb enumerated on his slate; - Enchantment, as you know, deals with wards, charms and enchanting spells - Healing Arts is headed by your Aunt, Professor Althea

Magic like arcane magic or silent magic. Characters and how much they used Magic. Firstly, I'll list characters that can control magic, following that will be how much they used magic in a particular order from how often to least used. Characters that wields Magic, or once wielded Magic Maria Khloe (Temporarily) Gefion Morgana Le Fay King Butt Silva Witches of Eregdrix On an ascending to descending scale how much magic was used by characters Maria Gefion Khloe Silva King Butt

Ares' P.O.V. My birthday ended amazingly. Mom seemed okay when we left. She seemed determined and ready to fight these dark forces. The clover turned to dust this morning, ending the powerful luck magic. I don’t care though, today I get to go off campus with Nova and Gabriel. I won't let anything ruin my day.

"Willow, you have a spell to send them back to... somewhere, don't you?" Lily asked her as more Undead forest creatures crawled out from the waters and the soil at their feet. "My Magic can only destroy so many," Willow reminded her. She waved her hand. A white light illuminated her finger tips as Light Magic radiated and struck the nearest group of Undead critters. "If I had the full extent of my powers under complete control, this whole thing with Karmina would have been done and over with.""

“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.

The witch had to move fast to avoid being hit with her own powerful assault. Mrs. Belfry stood and stared down the vampire. Claymore straightened, casually brushing a bit of rubble from his shoulder. “A little talent, I possess. The ability to redirect magic spells.” “Very impressive.” “At last, I’ve impressed the great Hagatha Belfry. I’ll sleep a little better in my coffin with the knowledge.”