End Of Magic Era Novels & Stories

"I don't understand." Elhias sighed. "After the Great War, after Cynemon was destroyed, magic was sealed, linked to the lives of the old men. Let's also say that they were the key that kept a door closed, beyond it there was all the power with which our ancestors were endowed." "Magic? Will you pull me up with stories about goblins, fairies and dragons?" asked Taryn, laughing.

"What?? When did I get engaged??" "On your birth," Aras answered looking straight into her eyes. "Aras... At least now, speak; who is he, crowned prince of heaven? Why have I not heard of him? " "Do you remember the war of hell a decade ago? During the war, the crown prince lead the war and defeated the demon himself to end the sufferings of three realms." "Then??" "He was exhausted and went missing. Some believe he will return and others believe he sacrificed himself to end the war." His words backfired on her. Instead of calming her, the truth angered her.

At first, the people clapped their hands with admiration, thinking she was trying to be more fun while maintaining the act. But that expression dissolved into horror when they realized what was happening. She was kneeling down on the sandy floor, nodding her head uncontrollably as if intoxicated by a concentrated liquor. “I see you, son and liberator of our land.” She said. Silence brood the night as the music died with the passing air. The people only stared at their inevitable doom. The emperor had banned magic from the land. He had destroyed every trace of magic and people linked to it. It had been a hundred and fifty years, but that was a long time ago. The people had inter married among

He had no idea where he was. Recently, the Soul Trial has been hell-bent on recruiting, sending the once valuable invitations through junk mails like some desperate dying company. It has been peaceful for a thousand years ever since the Magic Age ended World War Three, and the Internet Age along with it. The excitement of getting a superpower was decaying as people started crawling out of the shadow of war. [Your superpower is just one drop of blood away] That was the Soul Trial’s slogan. As easy as they made it for people, less and less are willing to join.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

Matilda's head was reeling. She wished she could go back to that evening in the bookstore and reverse the order of events. She would not have performed the spell. She would not have thought that magic was silly and was not in existence. She could do anything to take it back. Anything at all. Now she was stuck here, back in time and she did not know any way of going back to the familiarity of her life in Oxford city.

Kellan explains. “Kellan is right; each person’s magic is different. No one has had the ability to use fire, water, wind, or such since the big battle. It wiped them all out. People vowed that if anyone got the power like that again, they shouldn’t live to protect everyone from their wars.” Darius grasps my hands. “Since that war, the witches, warlocks and such have dwindled in numbers. They became less powerful; without the elements, the magic has died essentially,” Kellan explains.

she replied softly her eyes downcast. "Celeste?" Azian echoed, "Legions mate." At this, all of them held their breaths, "there is a story of a king who promised more than he could give, who sparked a hatred so deep, it turned a soul rotten to the core," Erania shook her head, her lava hair sticking down her intricate back where all sort of markings were spread, "there is a magic that began at the beginning of time, Magic so dark even gods have no say,"

"'Magic is the assertion of power, and whoever is strongest in magic is the person who has the most power. At the height of the Renaissance, it was the Church. Now it is the State. And soon it will be you.'" I look up at Alice, and she nods at me to go on. I swallow against a lump in my throat. "Magic is war. Magic is where the battles are fought. Magic is where the battles are won. Magic is where the battles are lost. In ancient times, magic was everywhere. It was magic that brought the world into existence. It was magic that gave the sun and moon their light, the stars their power. It was magic that filled the oceans, the forests, and the mountains. It was magic that gave life to the anima

Eric said as Magnus stared. "You can't make that promise to her. They are extremely powerful, and her only chance is to use her magic "Magnus snapped as I frustratedly ran my fingers through my hair. I haven't been able to keep my magic under control in a long time. I was fortunate to have enough control to defeat anyone. "Well, then, I'm screwed because, as you may know, I couldn't beat Martin, who didn't have a lot of magic," Eric grabbed my arm and forced me to face him, and I snapped. His hands slid down to my waist.