Friendship Is Magic Season 1 Novels & Stories

I approach him and offer my hand; he takes it, and I help him to stand on his feet. "Thank you. If you hadn't," He exhales, shaking his head. "Whatever happened, it saved us. And you were part of it." He says, gently patting my hand. I smile faintly. "As I said it wasn't me, it can't be me. It's the forest and its magic you should thank—or Brian's dagger." A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Robert's face, his eyes glinting with amusement as he shifts his weight and turns to Brian. "Is your dagger magical, and you've been pretending to be ignorant all this time?" He asks, his voice filled with playful suspicion.

She asked Julian. “Sure. As long as your friend didn’t do anything that will scare the others.” Replied Julian. “No, he will not. He is kind and gentle, he would never do anything harm.” She smiled again. “Thank you, Your Highness.” She bowed then cheerfully walked away. Sebastian closed the door from his seat. While Julian set the tray on the table. Immediately Lucas reached a cup and poured the tea. “Who’s Mago?” “That’s her reindeer friend.” Sebastian gave the answer.

I used my magic to push them together and there it was. I watched their kiss begin, awkward at first. Then as the magic exploded into the room, they were swept up momentarily by the rush of it. We were lifted in the air again, riding on a wave of pure magic as I watched the passion ignite between them. The sight alone took my breath away. Liam’s arm shone green as he received a new, claw-like mark, identical to the one I shared with Chase. The bond had been solidified.

But I hold the red vines around her, the magic coursing my veins “Stop Charlie” Max calls out "There are humans around" Glaring at him, I make the red vines retreat, a smile appears on Kiwis red lips “Okay, that was pretty cool” Her comment makes me smile, until the tears fall. Ally had been the only other person to believe that my magic was ‘cool’ I see the frown that appears on her face and she looks over to Max who shrugs his shoulders. Stepping towards me, she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug as the tears fall faster.

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

He smells like home. I wonder, not for the first time, if this life we’ve built would have ever happened if not for the madness that brought us here. The meddling of the mages. The magic that nearly tore us apart. Probably not. We’d still be carefully stepping around each other, scared to breathe wrong. It seems crazy to be grateful for Maelor’s evil, but just look what it gave me. My mate. My best friend. My magic. After a while, the fire burns lower, and people begin trickling away in pairs and trios, warm with food and drink and comfort. I take a deep breath and begin my quiet circuit. Saying my goodbyes.

“I need your strength to focus.” “Always,” he promised, stepping closer and anchoring himself beside me. I reached out toward the portal, my heart racing as I let the magic flow through me. “Show me,” I thought, allowing my spirit to connect with the energy. “Show me who I am.” In an instant, the visions intensified, and I saw myself surrounded by light, powerful and unyielding. I saw Spencer and Marcus, their faces twisted in anger and betrayal, but then I saw my friends—those who had stood by me. Janet, Adrian, Molu, each one filled with love and support.

But I’d watch the interaction closely, still not able to make sense of their bond. I dread asking any of them anything relating to their bond as I recalled the first time I asked Jordan, he had tense up and his eyes flew into defense and guarded. Whatever the bond between them is, they are always trying to protect it. In their own very twisted ways, I kind of admire that. Maggie and I shared that bond too—except ours is healthy, normal and we simply call it friendship. We’ve known each other since we were six—still thinking about her makes me very emotional.

please. "We're sorry, Tiarra, but the truth is that we can't be friends with you because you're so incredibly boring! There's nothing exciting about you and yes, we just forced ourselves to be friends with you but It's better that we be friends with Magie instead of you because we realized that she's better than you."

“I really am. I never meant to make you feel like I was leaving you behind.” She crossed her arms like she was holding herself together. “Then why does it feel like you are.” I exhaled slowly, choosing my words carefully. “Because there is a lot happening right now that has nothing to do with friendship or preference. There is magic involved. Real magic. Dangerous magic. Things that are beyond both of us.” Her eyes searched my face. “Jane and the others are not just friends,” I continued. “They are the only ones who understand what is happening to me. They are the only ones who can help me.”