Fantasy Magic Circle Novels & Stories

"Before you leave and we do not meet again, it is essential to know that the gem must not be moved from its place. Its sitting base is connected to the core of the Earth that charges it to produce its power. As well, its position is momentous for specific constellations that are created to the universe. If it leaves its place, you have to know that the wishes you have just fulfilled will cease to exist at the same time, and the necklace light will go out. I fulfilled my purpose, and now I will leave. By this instant, I am not any longer the keeper of the gem. From now on, you will have to decide how to keep it safe here, in the place it belongs. It is your responsibility now. " "I understand

“What are they doing with the magic? I mean I know we are breaking the evil Kaley-b*tch spell, but there is still magic around the pack, right? What are they doing exactly? Do you know Midge?” “I have an idea, but it’s above my training to be able to give you a full tutorial. They are using me and basically the guys to take the spell and shift it into a protection spell. The same as the way Mike’s works, but less of a life detriment. We are all a part of it so someone would literally have to kill off every single person around the spell circle in order to break it and even then as long as our DNA is alive in someone somewhere the spell will be in effect. It will not forcibly bind anyon

"But I must warn you once more. What we attempt tonight has never been done. The magical forces involved could tear reality itself apart." "Or save it," I replied, though doubt gnawed at my heart. Prince Gareth of Stormwind took his position in the northern circle, lightning crackling around his fingers. "Storm magic ready." Chieftain Zara stepped into the southern circle, flames dancing along her tattooed arms. "Fire magic stands with you, Princess." Empress Valdira moved to the eastern circle, ice crystals forming in the air around her. "Bloodmoon ice magic joins the binding."

Like I can already see the end of this alley. "Is he here?" Hendrick nodded. "Wait here, my lady." "All right." He let go of my hand and went to a barrel in front of us. He opened it and put his hand inside it. I wonder what he is doing? Moments later, he raised his hand a white circle appeared below us. What is that? "It is a way for us to get to him." A magic circle is fantastic! This circle is white, and its pattern is lovely. It's so beautiful that I feel like I want to engrave it and decorate it on the mansion's wall.

The volcano was erupting while Ahmed was trying to avoid flying stones, the entrance was destroyed and there was no escape, Ahmed had to use a teleportation magic circle from his arm , he founded himself in EDEN. He noticed that all magic circles return to the same place, which is the circle of origin, and he began to try to delve deeper into understanding this type of magic , he started comparing the teleportation magic circles and the dark magic , the difference was that dark magic only allows you to teleport behind living targets , While circles allow you to teleport to the original circle.

And I love to talk about magic, I could go on for hours, so I didn’t really mind. “Circles are used to focus magical energy. They make it easier to concentrate it. Plus I can use it as a tool to make it harder for the Other to notice what I’m doing. If I’m really careful and we’re lucky, it won’t see a thing and we’ll be in the clear.” “If not?” “If not then it’s going to suck for us. There will be a fight and it’ll be bad.” He sighed. “Is there any other way?” “Not with the time limit we have. The blight is getting internal. She doesn’t have a lot of option time-wise before it is irreversible.”

The Circle had brought her somewhere between. “This isn’t a dream,” she said aloud, testing the sound of her voice. The space answered not with words, but with a subtle tightening, a confirmation. This was the first true vision. At the center of the plane stood a shape she did not immediately recognize: a massive ring of broken sigils, fractured and reassembled, glowing faintly with layered magic. Dawlya glyphs intertwined with draconic patterns, neither dominating the other. The air hummed with restrained power, like a breath held too long.

“Somehow, we still have not found all the parts of the magic circle. I swear we are working as fast as we can.” The magic circle that Seraphina had drawn to span the circumference of the entire pack had taken weeks of preparation. It was not one big magic circle. It was a lot of smaller ones that came together to make one big one. After I used it, remaining inside it continued to have an effect on me, putting an intense pressure on my body. But it was not safe to train outside of Caelthorn either. Seraphina had practically lost it and was having difficulty working through her memory. Garren was helpful but he knew only a few things about her internal network.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

And in more than one way, was their main source of food. My father was an inventor or a sorcerer, as some proclaimed. He had thought of ways to improve things from fishing to mounting climbing, and it was always with such success, that he earned himself the nickname ‘The Sorcerer’. Many people from far and near came to buy his products or to ask him for advice and guidance. I remembered sitting in his workshop - when I wasn’t studying with Grandfather or training with Mother - listening to everything that was going through his head. Everything from small magic tricks of a disappearing coin to how to get untied if someone had tied your hands together. He taught me everything, and even my gran