Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic Novels & Stories

she said. I asked her if she trusted me, and she nodded. I tapped off my necklace and hoisted her up on my hip before gently raising into the air. She squealed and looked at her mother with an open mouth. I set us back on the floor before tapping my necklace on. “I flew. I have three magics I can use. Soon, I will distribute one to both Alphas and keep one for myself. That magic is called Battle magic,” I explained. She squinted her eyes at me as she thought through something. “Does everyone in the kingdom have magic?” she asked.

Her hands were trembling in front of her and she held them out seeing the flashes of colour. “Can you see that?” She asked looking at James who was smiling. “Yes. Mark and I can both see it. That’s your Magic.” “But I…?” lisa stared at her hands as they still flashed multicoloured and her words failed her. “Now do you believe?” James asked and all she could do was nod. It was madness, all of it, but it was also true. She was exactly what they’d been saying. She was Magic. She was Fate.

Eventually she managed to mutter out a quiet, “well... there is one person who might be able to help you....” And I started laughing in Scarlett’s head, realising where the woman’s chain of thoughts had led her. “Who?” Scarlett hissed. She was too angry and desperate to piece it together immediately. So, when the old lady finally answered, it only made it funnier. “Prince Victor’s new mate... everyone saw her display of power during a parade a few weeks ago. Sparks and fireworks shooting from her fingertips, appearing from nothing. The people are saying she has real magic. She might be able to help—”

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

, she said with a smirk. She moved closer towards the crowd, “For the last time, is there any amongst you sordid lots who practices magic of any kind?” “No”, the people chorused. “We have never seen anyone practice magic”, a man from the front said. “Very well then, your choice!”, she barked, “I will show you how magic is done” She walked up to a lady who stood in front with a child in her hands that could not be more than two years. She snatched the child. The child broke into tears, “Mother, mother…”

“I’m here.” He was there, but he was always observing, checking everything out as if he expected a threat at any moment. She was making small breakthroughs with her magic—little sparks coming out of her palm, or her being able to move things without needing to be angry. It was tiny little steps, but she was more than happy with that. “You’re not really here, and I told you, you don’t have to watch me.” She didn’t want him to stay if he was bored. Or if he lost interest.

“Oh, this was actually easy. With magic and with the knowledge of how to use it well, then everything is possible. This is actually very near your world and you won't even believe it. What I did was manipulate space. You know like how we witches make storage spaces out of very small things like rings and pendants?" She said and I interrupted her. “Wait! What? We can do that? Like I have a ring on my finger and it has everything I could carry? Is that what you mean?" I was baffled to say the least. “Yes. Don't tell me you don't know that," she asked in surprise. “Am I supposed to know? Is it common knowledge?" Why have I never heard of it?

What isn’t she saying? “And how did you 'know it's not right'?” I know it’s immature but I can’t help it. I speak in a silly high-pitched falsetto. I expect her to get angry, but she just sighs like she was expecting it. “I know it's not right because of my magic.” She answers calmly. What does that even mean? Humans rarely have magic. She doesn’t smell like a Witch. I lean in a little, looking for hints of magic in her scent. It actually pisses me off that she smells so good. It’s distracting.

The beauty of nature. Once that was done, she tossed the rabbits away. They scampered off like it was all in a day’s work. “Thank you,” I said. I wasn’t going to shake hands. “You were right.” “Love,” said the Magi. Then she made a circle with her finger and thumb and poked it again. I wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to say, but she obviously knew how to break the spell on Jenny. Could all of the Queen’s spells be broken with a shag, or did it only work if you were in love? Was that what she was trying to say?

She hasn’t even broken a sweat, it’s like this is all she does all her life. “Shift,” she says casually, twirling the dagger in her hand like it’s nothing more than a toy. “Go on, little silver wolf. Show me your magic. Show me what makes you so special.” I keep my head down, my chest heaving. I can barely move, but I manage a whisper. “No.”