Cooking Magician Novels & Stories

"What! Why did you do that?" "I thought you called for help, I just helped you." He shrugged. Helped! He just wasted my efforts! "I spent all day making that food. All you had to do is kick all my hard work away!" I growled at him. "Whoa, calm down. I can fix that." He swirled his fingers, the pot went back to it's old position with the food still intact. Great! He reversed his actions with magic, it's annoying but impressive.

Only because of the condition of the queen, King had to remain silent. Magician San took that piece of meat and bone and placed it in a big transparent bowl and made a special pattern of star shape around it and closed his eyes. For some time, he put something bad in his mouth, filled a handful of ashes from a bag and started dropping them like sand in that bowl. The ash falling on the flesh and bone began to turn into sparks, as soon as the fist was released, there was an explosion and red smoke rose. A light blue circle was formed in the smoke, which continued to expand, and as soon as the circle reached a certain size, the burning scene of Prince Zalari became clear.

She smiled at me in relief. I prepared something sweet, salty and a little bit sour. I’ve prepared this sauce before and I knew Nick went crazy over it. When I was done, I asked Mrs. Maguire to taste it to see if it was good enough for her. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again, it was as if she was looking at me with different eyes. “Oh my God! When I was watching you slicing, I could tell you spend a lot of time cooking. But now with this… are you sure you’re not a chef?”

he replied simply before striding out of the room. I pouted again, watching his retreating back. “That’s it? Just leave like that? Such a killjoy.” Cooker stepped closer, her eyes wide with amazement. “Girlie, we had no idea your cooking could be this good.” I blinked at her, caught off guard. “How did you make that omelet taste like that? It wasn’t ordinary. It was something else.” “Eh? It was just a normal omelet. I only called it special to make it sound fancy.”

No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend. The coven of witches in Coven Groves was extinct, when the last real witch with pure magick, this Paula's grandmother, died and after that, there were mostly only wiccan people with soft magick, whose ancestors were real witches or wizards. Miranda Belize, the owner of the sweet tooth, was also from the wiccan line and she had soft magick, too. She was also an Earth witch, who made remedies with water and herbs. The librarian in their town, Mama Bora, was also someone with soft magick. Until Art. Art was the first one in decade with powerful pure magick.

"I might actually have something." "Oh?" "One of my cooks is leaving for college in a couple weeks." I grin. "I think she'd love cooking." That part isn't even a lie. Witches are legendary cooks. I used to think everyone exaggerated. Then I watched Raven somehow turn leftover vegetables into the best soup I've ever tasted. I still don't know what she put in it. She insists the secret ingredient was "love." I'm fairly certain it was magic. "Need shorter shifts this week?" Mark asks kindly.

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

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.

The doorway opened into a larger space than she had anticipated, set out as a kitchen with multiple workspaces. On one of the kitchen benches, one of Aislen’s witches lay unconscious. On another workbench, by candlelight, Meguitte was busy mixing a spell. “What are you making?” Sigrid asked her. “At the moment, I am creating pouches of explosive hexes. Connery was supposed to make them, but he was with Talen and his mates…” She paused and braced her palms on the tabletop, her chin lowering to her chest. “Hopefully he is still with them.”

I sighed, “I’ll be executed if I go back home. Success is the only way I stay alive.” “Geez!” she wheezed, “it’ll take me hours to clean this place up.” “Allow me,’ I smiled and snapped my finger. Within a twinkle of an eye, everything was back to where it was. Even the broken furniture was repaired. “Let’s talk over dinner,” she smiled. No matter how much I pleaded, Guo wouldn’t let me use magic prepare the food. She insisted on cooking it the conventional way. And it was torture. I’d never cooked in my entire life, but it was also an exciting experience.