End Of The Magic Era Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

That was so weird… “How come?” I failed to stop my mouth from speaking even before the words automatically just escaped from my mouth, “I am so sorry for interrupting but it was just so unexpected! Like, we are literally in the climax now and then you will tell me, we are at the end of the story now?!” “Unfortunately…” he sighed deeply once again, “yes…” “That’s so sad…” I told him while I was pouting.. “The magic has already ended even before the music started and it was all because of the traumas of the past.” He explained with a deeper voice, his smile had now fully faded.

I could feel the irritation growing again as I watched him. "Partially true. You see, during Malfathicus's reign he did kill off a lot of Magic kind. But he didn't kill everyone. A lot of magic kind went into hiding, blending in with the humans or completely moving entirely to avoid further massacres. There isn't a lot of those who can wield magic left. That includes us." So magic still exists after all? I guess I wasn't entirely surprised, because to wipe out all of magic kind would be impossible. There where very smart beings out there that would adapt and change to avoid extinction. I guess I can relate to that myself, adapting to the environment of the Guild so we weren't murdered.

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

“She evolved.” The words tasted bitter and fear. I took another step around the circle, tracing the twisted remains of the sigil Mia had used. Bone ash. Hollow-marked runes. Old iron laced with silver thread. This wasn’t just any spell. This was a pre-collapse magic, war magic from a time before the moons were split. Only a handful of beings even remembered how to cast it. And Mia had performed it with precision. Too much precision. "You said it would weaken her," I said slowly, voice low, almost dangerous. "You said breaking the bond would shatter her completely."

No. It is THE BEGINNING OF THE END!

The power dynamics had shifted, and a new era was dawning—an era in which the heroes held the key to restoring balance and ushering in an age of unparalleled magic and wonder. The tension in the air was palpable as Elysia stood at the precipice of destiny, her gaze locked with that of the enigmatic antagonist who had wrought chaos upon The Enchanted Realm. The stage was set for the final, decisive showdown—a clash of wills, powers, and destinies that would determine the fate of the realm itself.

"'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

They couldn't be compared. "The red stone displayed their powers often. Everyone liked to see it but after the death of the last alpha and his family, it was the last time the world ever witnessed magic being performed by the pack" "You don't believe Alpha Thorne has magic?" "There are rumors and Agnia..." he stopped himself but he had piqued my curiosity. "What about Agnia?"