End Of The Magic Era Novels & Stories

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

“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.”

This is September's End. The sweetest downfall of the great manipulator. *** This is the LAST chapter of the novel. Hope you enjoyed reading! Thank you and see you on the next book!

The celebrations continued until a victor emerged, gloating of the adventure and wonder that is Iridian. What the television didn’t talk about were the casualties. Some would go mad after playing the game, others would simply vanish without a trace. Five years ago, a woman had returned from the games, her chestnut hair had turned white as snow. Those who played the game were unable to speak of the details when they returned, to keep the mystery of Iridian alive. Only one thing was spoken from those who had played, as it was the same message every year. Magic had vanished from the world, but in the Iridescence Pack, magic was very much alive.

, he grumbled throwing his hands up in the air, dramatically. Not that there was anyone to hear about it, unlike most eighteen years old he, was stuck at home, on a Friday night currently staring at his ceiling, counting down the minutes for the next day to begin. Being an outcast had its disadvantages. * Most people awakened to their type of magic when they turned sixteen. MAGIC, capital letters, and everything; After the final world war which lasted ten years, the world had shifted on its axis, Mother Nature had given up on trying to dissuade society from destroying her reserves and her bounty and decdied to step in, some people referred it to "Gaia's Rage".

Wentworth. As we sat at the dining table, Mr. Wentworth informed me that he had already submitted his resignation letter. "With a guy like Dominic in charge, sooner or later, the company's going to end up in shambles. I might as well go for early retirement and enjoy the life of a retiree. After all, I still have Nat, so I don't have to worry about the family's finances after retirement." Mrs. Wentworth poked him in the forehead with an exasperated expression, seemingly used to Mr. Wentworth's devil-may-care attitude.

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

"And then my becoming of the Alpha Supreme began a totally new era." "A new era of magic" Perceval chuckled. "Indeed. I got some so I'll admit that." .............................. I could ask Bianca for additional subtleties. Certainly, she needs to know more. Some potentially useful detail, on the off chance that she doesn't understand it. But I would rather not bring her into this until I need to. I know she will contend with me about it, and make an effort not to pursue them. What's more, it's absolutely impossible that this was going to happen.

“The war is over.” The elder’s breath shuddered. “Then why is the world breaking?” Behind him, younger mages whispered amongst themselves, their hands shaking as they tried and failed to cast even the simplest of spells. Myrra stepped forward, clutching the tome. “Magic is… fading,” she admitted. “Something about Erythos’ presence was woven into the world itself. And now that he’s gone....” “We’ve undone something we didn’t understand,” Velora finished grimly.

That’s why I have to gather all the lost diamonds to save the Magic Realm before it’s too late because Invictus began sending off a lot of beasts in Magic Realm. Unbeknownst to Invictus, Magic Realm forces are getting stronger for the past hundred years after the first great war. All magic users survived, trained their powers, and learned a lot of techniques because they knew Invictus would come back and try to conquer the Magic Realm again. History will repeat and the second great war will take place soon in Magic Realm, but not so soon because I'll do everything to stop Invictus.