End Of The Magic Era Novels & Stories

"This is not the end. The darkness will always return." But Elena stood tall, her heart steady. "Not if I have anything to say about it." With the dark figure defeated, the ruins fell silent. The magic that had once been a force of destruction was now calm, no longer tied to the figure or to Elena. But she knew the battle was far from over. The world would always be at risk, and the magic would never be truly gone. But for now, they had won.

Arden had killed thousands by the time and the Moon Goddess herself put Arden into an enchanted sleep in a hidden chamber known to just her. The war ended not with exhaustion, both sides having lost too much to continue. All pure Lycans died out and wolf shifters with diluted Lycan bloodline took over leadership. The vampire clans retreated to their own territories and humans had their memories of the magical realm erased and that left humanity believing that magic and monsters were just stories. They were allowed to live their lives with no knowledge of that world and most creatures preferred it that way.

"I started to worry. If I don't know you, I may have stopped believing you'll never come back. "I don't remember anything after we left," she said. She tried to recall what happened or what important things inside the window which had been burning for several days. The Challenge had ended with her since no one had ever accepted any request since Elena and her groups did not emerge out of the window that night. The incident had broke the rules of the Challenge since the Challengers had to return by sunset. They did not and the other Magicians called it quits until they were sure that the game closed by then.

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.

Magic and Alchemy must not be rooted in the same soil. It was a lesson learned from the chaos that occurred decades ago. After Sorcery, the Dark Art created by combining Magic and Alchemy was banned in this world, the Euclase Imperial Continent wiped out all knowledge of not only Sorcery but also Magic. At the same time, while Euclase chose Alchemy to be studied in modern times, the Petunia Continent or the West Continent chose Magic. So while the Euclase people knew nothing about Magic, the Petunia Continent people knew nothing about Alchemy either.

He got up again, ruined everything in the house, sat in the middle and then set the house on fire, getting burnt in that himself before pledging and saying, “I PROMISE… TO COME BACK AND TAKE WHAT IS MINE, EVANORA. YOU… YOU …. WILL NEVER GET WHAT YOU DESIRE.” Soon everything in the house turned to ashes erasing all the evidences of his existence. It wasn’t a perfect ending for a man like him, who practiced magic nearly half of his life, and now magic was the reason for his demise. But when the time comes, nobody can prevent death. It’s fate, which makes everyone bow down helplessly.

Grandma's expression was one of pure disbelief as she lay there pressed against the ground. "Did you know from the start? How could this be? My plan was foolproof!" she cried. I balled my hands into fists and said, "You were the one who learned dark magic and manipulated my mother into placing a love hex on her food and making my boyfriends eat it! "If they truly loved me, they would end up committing suicide. Afterward, the love hex dissolved without a trace. Yet you did all of that just so you could swap my fate with your precious grandson's when I turned 23?"

“But don’t let this fool you into thinking it’s over.” I straightened, adjusting my cloak, the familiar material brushing against my arms and it's familiar warmth seeking to wrap me in it. “It is over,” I said firmly, almost with conviction. “The portal is destroyed. The sanctuary is no more. Whatever was behind it-- whether magic or madness-- it cannot rise again.” Jerome’s gaze didn’t waver from me. “Magic doesn’t simply vanish because we wish it to. And enemies… they never sleep.” I rolled my eyes, though the tension in my chest made it hard to laugh. “I’ve earned this moment, Jerome. I need it.”

She indicates us all with a wave of her hand. “But what about last week? What happened then?” Xander asks, his face confused. “The magic placed under normal circumstances is designed to wear off or weaken every two to three years, depending on the deployment and age of the warrior. As it nears the end of its term, it naturally weakens, and we’ve had instances where it’s worn off enough for a warrior to start sensing their mate, or their mate to sense them.

Six Months Later The Dark Lands didn’t exist anymore. After Melissa’s death, the shadow magic that had kept the realm separate from the normal world began to fade. The purple sky turned blue. Real sunlight broke through the clouds. Plants that had been twisted and wrong started growing normally. Animals that had been corrupted by shadow magic either died or returned to their natural forms.