Friendship Is Magic Season 1 Novels & Stories

Coop reached over and plucked the joint from Denver’s fingers, bringing it to his lips once more. “Just moved here, actually.” A chorus of ah’s sounded. Coop pursed his lips and blew a plume of smoke into the air. Arielle and Sarah exchanged a long look. The latter leaned forward in her seat and scowled, “You just moved here and chose to come to this place?” Coop made a sound in his throat as though he agreed, but none elaborated. Again, I shrugged. What did it matter, anyway? “Us folks with magic always have an affinity—a type of magic that comes easy to us.” He explained.

Our family was made up of low ranked Gods so most worked hands on jobs just in case something ever happened they would be okay nomatter w "I thought you said Magic is not working? I am able to use it." I said to my father causing him to look up at me. He looked down at his paperwork and swiped his hand. Nothing happened. "Are you sure because my magic is still not working." He stated the obvious. I teleported next to him proving that I still had m "You need to find your friend because obviously she cut off all magic but yours since she's close to you. Tell her to turn it back on." He stated. His words gave me the little hope I needed. I teleported back to my bedroom and then headed out to fi

And honestly, that was kind of refreshing. Even if she didn't love her son's choice in partners, she wasn't the manipulative type we'd feared. Luna Regina looked genuinely touched."You girls are wonderful." Sebastian watched her with a faint smile tugging at his lips. Sometimes, nothing brings women together faster than a shared enemy. "Nice progress, big brother," Zaria whispered with a smirk. But the moment barely lasted. Maggie Locke reappeared like a bad habit. She walked up behind us, her expression warm but her eyes locked on mine.

“ Welcome to fourth year Ava! “ Stacy said happily as she hugged me. I guess they didn't. Stacy was the same, she still wore bright colors and was always full of cheer. Jojo on the other hand got taller and was dense as always. “ You got more beautiful after third year, what is the secret? “ Jojo asked. Her question shocked me. In my perspective, I was never in third year. Was I somehow magically printed in their memory because of Sebastian's magic? “ I… I guess it's healthy living. “ I went along with the lie. Then Stacy held my hand and drifted her lips to my ear, “ Promise that this time we will be close friends? I don't want you to be lonely again this year. “ She winked and walked away

A brilliant smile graced her brown skin as she said, “No debts, just friendship, just a bond a pact made from respect, that you honor us and we honor you.” My smile was bright and I nodded. She reached out a hand, I sighed and looked at it warily. “Please no earth-shattering magic,” I muttered under my breath. Nova tilted her head back and laughed loudly, grasping my hand. I stilled, but nothing happened. Just the warmth of her skin surrounding mine, a promise made by us, intended to be kept by us, not bound by the gods or anything else. Something almost terrifying in that—a promise we would have to upkeep ourselves.

she said as she opened her palm and lights that turned to butterflies appeared, “is something that’s supposed to be beautiful and helpful. It is something that should be used to heal and not hurt. Something that should be used to protect and not endanger someone.” She turned and look at me. “Magic is something that exists within everyone,” she said smiling, “Just like how we met and how we are still friends after all this time, despite everything that we’ve been through. That’s magic.” ***** And I lost that magic. The magic that kept me wanting to be a better person. The magic that kept me looking forward to tomorrow. To forever that now will never come. “Nori,” a soft voice calls my name. I

All three ladies nodded as Sam smiled, “Sounds great.” We finished eating while we all talked and laughed as each quad member told stories of when we were all growing up. I was struck with how well we all got along. It was like we were all meant to live around each other. It was nice seeing my dad laugh and cut-up after all the seriousness over the past couple weeks. I asked, “So do each of you have magic too?” Quinn nodded, “We do. I have practiced mine more than these two. Of course, Sebastian is the best of all of us.” I just shook my head, “That’s so funny. Micah is the one out of the boys that has practiced his more than the other two, but I’m the one who was using mine the most.”

As cheesy as it sounds your arms are like my heaven and I don’t want to leave them. I remember the day we both had been arguing about whether magic was real or not. You always told me that magic was real. You told me that magic was not just about releasing pigeons from a hat it was much more than that. You told me that the sparks you feel when you hold me are magic, the daze I put you in is magic, When we make up within half an hour of fighting with each other is magic, the way we understand each other is magic, every word we speak, every touch and every kiss is magic. Jonathan, you said that the moment you met me was the most magical experience of your life, I have never believed in magic J

Only a few machines, powered by their internal batteries, flickered faintly. In the dark, Katie screamed, "Ah! What happened?" "The power's out!" came the nurse's voice. "Ashton! Are you crazy?" Jason's voice was filled with panic and anger. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. The tape over my mouth had loosened from my sweat. I tore it off. Feeling the warm liquid drip from my forehead, I smiled. In the dark, my smile must've looked savage. Crazy? Yes, I was crazy.

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.