Cooking Magician Novels & Stories

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

Black panda eyes, bright red cheeks, and a white strip from his nose down to his chin. “I hope so, too.” I smiled politely and looked at the others. They were all very studiously looking elsewhere. “I’m Cordibar the Tremendous, magician and sage. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” On hearing the word magician I suddenly perked up. For someone like me with poor fighting skills and a terrible physique, there was only one way to become OP — learn magic. I shuffled along the bench. “You can do magic?” “Of course. Birthdays, parties, functions of all sorts — Cordibar will keep your guests entertained!” He twirled his hands and produced a rather limp bouquet of flowers out of nowhere. Or possibly from h

“I’ll make something—” “No.” Her hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me mid-step. The touch was firm. Confident. Unexpected. “Let’s make Maggi,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “My signature dish.” I raised a brow. Amused. Sceptical. But I let her. Watched her. She climbed onto the kitchen platform like it was the most natural thing in the world, sitting cross-legged, completely at ease. Careless. Fearless. “Princess, you’ll fall.”

The four generous glasses of wine she downed helped too. So it was with huge enthusiasm that she sat down to watch The Great Phellatio, the magician that Megan had booked for the party. She'd always loved magic and she was looking forward to being amazed. The Great Phellatio was a tall cadaverous man with a pointed beard and slicked back dark hair as well as great stage presence to go with his mysterious accent. He was wearing a dark ruffled shirt and a deep purple cape.

Linda giggled, though her brows were knitted together in a frown. "The only way I can cook is through magic, but using it comes at a cost. That's why overusing it is a problem," Linda said, her smile tinged with sadness. "If it weren't for those foolish regulations set by the Goddess Hera, I'd use magic all the time," she muttered resentfully. I laughed to myself while busily flipping pancakes on the lengthy cast-iron griddle. Dancing and singing, I flipped the pancakes onto the holder and noticed the sun beaming through the windows, accompanied by gasps from around the breakfast bar.

"With Maria the magician here, what are you afraid of?" Maria's words made me think of Roy's magician. That magician could alter a person's appearance, restore Roy's limbs, and create powerful potions beyond Ethan and Lisa's capabilities. If comparisons were to be made, Maria was probably the only one who could stand against that magician. As Ethan finished tidying up the dining table and joined us, I decided to bring up the topic of Roy's magician in front of the two magicians. "Maria, Ethan, have you ever heard of a magician like the one Roy has with him?"

One was a rectangular-shaped box, it had a cube cavity in the center of the box, inside on the floor of the cube was a fire magic circle. There were 6 smaller fire magic circles on the top of the rectangular box, "we call this the cooker." She opened the door to the oven, "this is the oven, it uses the magic spell heatwave to bake whatever you need. These magic runes on the top here are slow-burn magic circles. These are usually used for lighting but are now a heat source to cook food," she was good at what she did.

Others spat when they thought he wasn’t looking. He barely cared. What gnawed at him wasn’t their doubt. It was his own shadow — twitching at his heels like a chained beast straining for freedom. He closed himself in a narrow chamber carved into the wall, once a storeroom, now abandoned. The air was thick with dust. He sat cross-legged on the floor, shadows pooled around him, and tried again. “Obey me,” he whispered. The words felt foolish, but the magic didn’t respond to silence. The shadows rippled like water disturbed by stones. He stretched out his hand and willed them to form a blade.

I just headed for the stairs. “Thank you.” She mumbled. Big windows shinned morning light on the brown stair case. I turned right, heading for the kitchen. The living room was brilliantly lighted. Gold colors came from the two huge glasses on either side of the door. Our couches were radiating the same color to the white polished ground. I sat on the chair and leaned my arms on the counter. The white tiled counter was cold and my bear arms froze as soon as I touched it. Sil walked to the fridge and brought out eggs and bacon. She placed them on the counter and brought out a pan from under the counter. She placed it on the stove and placed some oil on the pan. Then she cracked an egg. She kep

Clio said and Erica smiled in response. As Erica walked around in the kitchen exploring it even more she came to know that, the kitchen was not only filled with magical beings but also possessed its own enchanted appliances. The oven, named Ember, had a personality of its own. It could sense the perfect temperature and cooking time for each dish, ensuring that everything that emerged from its depths was perfectly cooked and bursting with flavors.