Friends Magic Novels & Stories

I figured if you weren't home Saturday then I'd have to mourn you for ten years then find a new friend,'' he recounted. ''Ten years? That's a long time,'' I told him. ''Yeah but I'd be sad for ten years if we weren't friends,'' I held out my pinky to which he immediately clasped his own around, ''I promise to always be your friend,'' ''And I promise to always be yours or I'd have to give up mac and cheese and pudding cups forever,'' he promised in return. ''Even pudding cups?'' I asked incredulously. ''That's how you know I'm serious,'' he said as he looked me directly in the eyes.

In the dust that settles at the end of the world, where the only light is the dimness of the dawn, an endless army fights. Magic against teeth. Magic against flesh. The magic has corrupted the leftovers of souls. In the very same dream, a dream within a dream, two small girls, ponytails swaying to their running forms, they sit cross-legged in the field when tired, climb trees like it's the easiest thing to do. Their parents are nowhere to be seen. But they have no care of going supervised or unsupervised. They both look new at this friendship, tentative smiles, offering each other big pieces of food instead of fighting over one, that'd come but much much later.

"Friends. Just friends." Atasha "Just friends" is the biggest lie Khalia Salvador has ever told herself. Forty minutes later, the atmosphere inside Wildflour Uptown was loud, buzzing, and completely claustrophobic. The restaurant was packed with the usual corporate crowd, but our table felt like the epicenter of a localized storm system. Bea and Mark, our friends who had watched us grow from broke architecture students into functioning adults, were already three cocktails deep. They had practically pulled us into the booth, forcing Khalia and me to sit right next to each other on the plush leather banquette.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

"Zen, this isn't some kind of online dating game you're playing. We're talking about a temperamental EJ Hollen who's head over heels for you. How will you show up at a party with another guy when he'll be there?!" "Anton and I are friends just like EJ and Madison are friends. Oh, so you're basically telling me that I can't be friends with Anton because I'm with EJ? Don't even try to change my mind because it's not going to work." "Zenia, you're not seeing this from my point of view." "Look! I've had enough of everyone talking to me and talking about me! I'm talked out! Anton is a nice guy, and no one is going to stop me from being friends with him."

I stood up in pain to notice I was the only one left under the shade. "Nancy!" I screamed. "Help!" I heard other voices. "Steve! Help!" The cries could still be heard afar off till I could hear it no more. I screamed and I ruffled my hair in frustration. "What the hell is happening?" Sage's POV I stood up as I roared with laughter. I've just gotten more confirmation that shows Megan and the entire royal family of the magical world are all weaklings and a bunch of fools. "What do they think?" I scoffed.

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

Toby looked at me with a sad smile and wiped his tears away. "I didn't expect you to be so kind, Jeremy. I've never really had friends," he said. "It's okay, Toby. We can be friends from now on," I said, offering him a reassuring smile. Toby raised an eyebrow at Maggie, and then looked back at me, smiling nervously. "Are you serious? Will you really be friends with a guy like me?" he asked. "You're Maggie's man, and she's one of the best people I know. So, of course, I'll be friends with you," I said, smiling warmly.

Zane tells her. “I have missed you both so much? Have you met Miss Kimmel? She said my dreams would come true. If I just believed and they have. You're here.” I looked at Cathy, who was standing there, smiling. “Don’t forget Cinders. The magic will only last as long as you believe in it.” “I will. I will believe in it forever.” Freya says, crying. She really must have wished to be with her dads. Miss Kimmel smiles. “Never lose the magic. It will keep you beautiful inside and out.” Freya throws her arms around Cathy’s neck. “I love you. Thank you.”

A different kind of magic than what courses through my veins—the magic of friendship, of being truly seen and accepted. I glance at both of them, taking in their unwavering expressions, and smile softly. "You two are ridiculous, you know that?" Cassidy throws herself on my bed dramatically, limbs sprawling like a starfish across the Egyptian cotton sheets. "Ridiculously loyal, you mean," she corrects, bouncing slightly as she settles. "Besides, your TV is way bigger than mine, and you have the good snacks."