End Of Magic Era Novels & Stories

His face once again hardened. "What do you know about Magic Aria?" His voice was soft, empty. Magic was dead. Has been for years. "During Malfathicus's reign two centuries ago, he had banned it. Even went as far as rallying human troops to take down anyone who possessed even a sliver of magic. Shifters, mages, priests, fairies, the likes. After his reign, every child after him kept up the ban, and magic eventually died." A hint of amusement crossed Drake's face. Did I say something funny? I could feel the irritation growing again as I watched him.

He knew the situation they were in, which was why he needed her help, damnit. But fifty percent of MAGIC's shares? That was a lot! Damien did not know if he'll be ruining MAGIC all the more if he did this. MAGIC was one of the top industries of the Romero Empire, and was the only subsidiary doing poorly. When Laura was alive, it had flourished tremendously and made a name for itself. Indeed, MAGIC was the company Laura used to create the Romero Empire, and as more wealth rolled in, the Empire expanded with subsidiaries in other industries - Food, Manufacturing, Construction, Tech, Transportation, Education etc.

Ricoz’s head was right next to his decapitated body. Like Ricoz, Michelle and the others finally lost the last bit of magic and blood in their system. With healing spells, a fairly advanced type of magic, not allowed to be used inside the Brivago Spell’s domain, it was only a matter of time before the groans and screams of the elders died out.

​Five Years Later: The Iron Garden, Oregon ​The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with a dial-tone. After the Great Reset, the silence had lasted for nearly a year. Then, slowly, the lights flickered back on—not as a global empire, but as a patchwork of city-states and resilient territories. The "Sterling Era" was now taught in history books as a period of collective madness, a digital fever dream that the world had finally broken.

It's a good thing my hair is a little long so that it hides the top of my ears, since they're no doubt red and scalding like hot coals. "Hypermodern. Where to start. Relatively younger than the earlier three, but very prominent. While Parallel and Classical usually take up somewhere between half and sixty-percent of the magical population, Walpurgis and Hypermodern dominate about thirty-five to forty percent. Hypermodern emerged around the turn of the last century. Things because the residence of magic more. The other school of magic imbued objects, lamps, books, or paintings with curses, hexes, and mesmers, but hypermodern took it one step further. Abandoning nature all together, man-made t

Pure instinct had taken over. At some point, I lost count of the bodies I had killed with my magic. But still, I carried on with utter determination to annihilate the threat to my people once and for all. Through the haze of my bloodlust, I noticed that the hunter's numbers were thinning drastically. We had the advantage!

“A long time ago, the world of magic wasn’t divided into light and dark. There was just magic. Just witches. That’s it. We used nature—stones, herbs, the wind and stars. Magic was warm. Gentle. Healing. Balanced.” She pauses. “And then… one of us broke away. His name was Caedrim.” The name alone sounds ancient. “He vanished for a decade. Ten years. That’s all. But when he returned, he was no longer the same. His magic—” She shudders. Slightly. “—it was wrong. Cold. Corrosive. And far, far too powerful for someone who’d only been gone ten years. It was the kind of strength that took centuries to cultivate. And yet… he had it. All at once.”

“Time has been strange since Wildbourne.” Aurora turned as Magi entered fully. “You brought it.” Magi nodded and moved to the table, unwrapping the cloth. The stone lay exposed, glowing softly, its surface alive with slow, shifting light. Amara exhaled quietly. “Still choosing.” “Yes,” Magi agreed. “Still waiting.” Aurora studied it closely. “What happens when it chooses?” Magi folded the cloth neatly beside the stone and poured herself a tea. “A golden era,” she said simply. “One that should have come long ago. The Northern Wolves will be united, not fractured by lies or fear.”

I didn't bother knocking as I shoved the double doors open, finding my father behind his desk, a glass of dark liquor in his hand as he reviewed the academy’s files. He didn't look up. "You're late for curfew, Ace. And the team dinner isn't over. Didn't expect to find you home any earlier than midnight." "I don't give a shit about curfew," I snarled, walking up to the desk and slamming my palms down on the wood. I leaned over, my shadow looming over him. "Tell me about the magic users. The ones you supposedly wiped out thirty years ago." My father finally lifted his eyes, his gaze cold and entirely unbothered. "Supposedly? It did happen, Ace. And I told you already. The covens were purged. T

It was the same argument Sharra used, but that didn't make it right. "Why do you want to stop what so naturally is?" Abernathy continued. "Unless you're worried creatures of magic will agree with her instead of you?" He gave me a knowing glance, and I cringed. Clearing my throat, I steeled myself and tried to match his glare. The idea of losing one's magic made no sense. Why would someone willingly give up such a gift? Choose to mate with lesser creatures? Weakening their power. There was no rhyme or rationale behind the logic. Flapping my wings in frustration, I said, "The unicorns believed as Sharra does, and they are all but extinct, each generation their magic is diluted until the younge