Good Magic Novels & Stories

They just were unlucky to only get neutral magic. Neutral Gods were not the same as the offspring who only had neutral magic. Neutral Gods didn't have a side. They were not light or dark but they could chose a side. Their magic could be whatever they wanted it to be. The goddess of seduction for example, she could use her magic for good and help a couple out or she could use her magic for Evil. She was the cause of alot of affairs in the mortal world. She was also the cause of alot of love stories. Neutral magic was just basic magic.

George inquired lightly about the noise and they exchanged another meaningful glance before Daphne replied. "My dear George, we see you as a friend already." She paused, as if weighing her next words. "That door leads to our greenhouse, where we tend special plants. Some provide healing remedies while others..." Her voice trailed off. Glenda jumped in, finishing her thought. "What Daphne means is, we practice a type of magic that aims to bring love and goodness into the world." She turned to George directly. "We know the stories about our kind. But the truth is, magic itself is neither good nor evil. It is the intentions of the wielder that matters."

the blonde woman said, emphasizing on the word "special." "Does that mean that I am special?" Goodness asked the blonde woman. "Since the book has chosen you, who am I to say you are not special?" Pause! I think Goodness dream is a mystical fraud. How can you be deemed special because you opened a stupid book that has been untouched for years? Let me just finish his dream and leave it for you to decide what you want to believe and what you don't want to believe.

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp:

she asked as I sighed and smiled. "I have to go. I need to report back to my father" I said as she nodded sniffing. "Please stay" she said shocking me. "What?" I asked as she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Your wound is still not fully healed. It will be dangerous" she said as I smiled. "I will be alright. Zylians have a good healing ability than humans" I said as she shook her head. "But you’re still in pain. Even now you’re clenching on your abdomen as though in pain" she said shocking me.

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.

This is what I needed. I’ve spent the last two days having a Good Witch marathon on N*****x and I can’t begin to tell you how much it has improved my mood. It’s sweet, wholesome, and every episode has a happy ending. Even if an episode has some person trying to steal from or blackmail someone, by the end of it they learn their lesson and try to be an upstanding member of society. I know life isn’t a Hallmark movie or TV show – the real world features more people of colour, for starters. I’ve experienced firsthand that most people who hurt others don’t give a shit about it and won’t ever stop doing it. So, given the hell I’m living in, I just needed to escape into a world where bad things don

Bye. Tbc...

I don't understand why she is nervous but it only matters that she is and I need to help her. “What do you mean?” Grace asked, just as confused as I am. Amelia's eyes shifted around the room. “Like…I don't know, never mind.” She shook the thought from her head. “No, princess. Go ahead and ask your question.” Logan muttered. She cleared her throat. “What are the risks?" She asked slightly more confidently. Grace displays a warm smile, some worry lifts off my shoulders as she seems to be trying to make Amelia feel safe. “Magica comes from the user, it can drain my energy but I come from a family of witches so my energy is more than someone who is just practicing.” Grace explained.