End Of The Magic Era Novels & Stories

I’m not sure I want to know why you’re laughing. “After thoroughly researching everything with Lady Monica’s assistance in the lower Mage Study, the last great Mage that was recorded to have Death magic lived over three hundred years ago in the Southern Province.” I flinched at his words. Oh no. Quickly, I looked down at the ground as he spoke. That’s why he gave me the jewel...

“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.”

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Once the ashes covered more than half the floor in the audience hall, Eric finally ordered, "Let's end this for today. I'm bored." And just like that, the hall was emptied, and I was brought back to my cell. The real reason why the witch-killing had ended was anything but the fact that Eric got bored. Aside from Maren and me, he could no longer sense the true, powerful magic within the remaining witches. I also heard him tell Einer that they would have to hunt for witches outside of the Crimson Mountain Pack's territory. They were prepared to exterminate the entire witch race just to gain more power.

shouted Noah and Xeva in surprise. "Looks like you guys really don't know anything. Let me tell you, the magic palace is located in a place that no one knows about. The King Magic is also unpublished right now. The current king of magic is Valladolid Zaragoza Valencia III, now he has reached 30 centuries-" "Oh my God. 30 centuries? This is insane." Xeva was too shocked to interrupt Baba's words. "Yes, every magician with great power will surely live for centuries," Baba replied.

He returned to the sofa to pull on his boots again. “To be brief. It’s another realm. Long ago, during the bronze age, I believe you called it. Those who controlled the magic of this realm realized that science would be the new magic, and they couldn’t peacefully coexist here. Well, they gathered up the last of the magical creatures. Creatures that couldn’t survive within the realm of science. These magic-users banded together to create and use a ritual that would break this world in two. This one maintained the laws of science right down into its depths. The other Helencia maintains the laws of magic. But for both realms to continue to exist, there must be portals linking them. If the porta

I asked with confusion lacing my voice. My father opened up my door and looked around my room and his eyes landed on me after a second. "huh You did just wake up. All Gods and Goddesses aren't able to use their magic. Magic isn't working for anyone." I sat there frozen. Did she send me back to bed before she fully died. I looked around noticing that my room didn't look how it did yesterday. It was all the stuff from a year ago. "When did Magic stop?" I asked. If he said last night that meant it was over. I lost my best friend because she loved me too much. She became emotionally unstable because of me.

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

It had finished its journey. "The First Era ended in a bunker," Audrey whispered, watching the twin suns dip below the horizon. "The Second Era ended in a grave. But the Third Era... it starts with a breath." As the darkness fell, the citizens of New Aethelgard looked up. They didn't see the "Siren" or the "Ghosts." They saw a sky filled with stars, each one a potential future, each one a blank page. For the first time in the history of their species, there was no Queen, no King, and no Filter.

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