Good Magic Novels & Stories

Daniel's POV "God Madonna? How can I reach out to you? I need your help. Please help your child get out of this problematic situation." I said, standing in front of the gate through which we can contact our gods. God Madonna was the good of dark witches, and though she was the dark one, I think she was the most beautiful, intelligent, and understanding God. She was better than those in the white world, who have turned us into their puppets and our fate as their gameplay.

"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

"It was only the werecats you burnt to a crisp. Blake got away unscathed." I furrow my eyebrows. "Then why is my grandmother treating me like I'm a monster?" Samael shrugs. "People usually fear the things they can't understand." "You might be right," A sad smile spreads over my lips. "I can summon fire with my bare hands, and people automatically think I'm evil." "That's stupid," Samael says. "Fire is life, in the wrong hands, it can be destructive, yes, but in the right hands, it can protect people."

He asked I grab his head and kissed his forehead “no, your wife cheated on you not because you were not good no, she may have her own reasons but don’t blame your self if a person cheats on you it is not your mistake it is their choice, they don’t deserve you, and about not being a good father you are a good father you tried to take him to the right path but no one can unless he himself wants to join the right path, he harmed you he disobeyed you still you are with him and you still think you are not good enough? Huh?” He just shooked his head “leave it, let’s talk about you-“

"but only I can impale damage without using any magic, while Evan need to enchant his sword to be able to cut. Why?" "It's simple," She replied, "because you're special." "What do you mean?" "You are no ordinary being, you should have realize it when you found out that you are capable of wielding the 7 elements of magic." She explained. "Every day a baby is always born, either their existence is wanted or not, a blessing or a mistake, it doesn't matter since they are destined for certain things." She continued to speak while Mayari silently listened. "Ordinary individuals are destined to live an ordinary life. While others are destined to live a horrible life or an early death." She bluntly

He whispered into his ear but to Alexander, it was as if someone was speaking into his mind. "Alexander, rise up and stand like the great man that you are," Nomar whispered, his voice booming in Alexander's mind. Alexander was not his charge so he could interfere in his affairs. He had used one of his magic abilities to send his voice into Alexander's mind. He was only doing it to help Beatrice because he knew that if Alexander was strong, he would make Beatrice strong too.

But Tor was right, we could talk about Damion when we got back to Alder. Besides, something else even more prominent was on my mind. Since the second the collar had been taken off of me, my body had been feeling different. I felt like all my senses were heightened. My vision felt sharper and the smell of the blossoms was sweeter somehow. Even the sounds of the breeze as it brushed through the leaves were hard to ignore. But it didn't stop there. Without the suppression of the silver, it felt like my magic was somehow stronger. I hadn't had a chance to test the theory yet, but some feeling inside whispered that I had something in my reserves that I'd never had before.

Everything was magnificent. Lydia stared at Carson and wondered how all the wealth didn't affect his sense of reasoning. He remained generous, humble, and kind despite all the wealth he was made to relish. “Wow, this place is…” “Outstanding” Carson helped her in completing her sentence. “It's more than outstanding, I still can't believe that you grew up here with so much power in your hands and didn't become someone like that dog! “ She repeated the same phrase used by Carson before in referring to George.

I state the obvious. He chuckles, “We all have our fair share of the workload, and Sage would rather burn to hell than accept help from anybody” I am not even surprised. “Oh,” I simply say unsure of how to respond. “Hey, I know he’s being too hard on you but trust me he was not always like this. He’s a good man, you just need to discover that side of him” Clause says his tune soft and truthful. Good Man? I don’t see an ounce of humanity in that fucker not to get judgy though but he’s a pain in the neck.

Couldn’t breathe. You thought you won, a whisper echoed faintly inside her mind. But I told you, darling… power doesn’t die. It just changes hands. Jax—or whoever he was now—stood slowly, the gold in his eyes swallowed by black once more. He smiled faintly. “Now,” he said softly, “let’s get back to work.”