Grease Those Magic Changes Lyrics Novels & Stories

"The second that you are not needed anymore, he is going to slaughter you all without a second thought." The robed man glared at me. "I don't have time for your lectures," he said angrily. "Last chance, turn the witch over to us, now." The other sorcerers lifted their hands as if ready to cast their magic on us. I didn't even give them the chance and sent out a single word through our link. 'Attack.'

Trent asks me, I just groan, be nice, be nice, play nice. "Mhm, I'm ready," I say trying to stand up and move with him, could he at least hold my hand and help me not fall. "Let's go," he says, holding my hand, I knew what was coming, I closed my eyes, hold my breath, and waited for the magic to run through me, it was black icky magic like before, it was my familiar magic, but it was tainted, it was tainted with his ickiness.

Carried by the current, the words around my tongue changes, landing me home. "Prvky dne, prvky slunce, prvly zeme, prvky vetru, dekuji, ze jsi me dovedl domu. Prosim, chran te, pojd tudy, volam te, moje rodina, alexandru, lily, rafeal jsou osvobozeni od jakekoli temme magie, vsech kouzel!" I scream

LOGAN'S POV I found myself smiling as I saw the energy going from my palms, into the soil. In turn, I felt the fresh power of magic surging from the soil, back into my veins. So much power, so much magic. "Sicut in terram energiam nostram conferimus, ita etiam in magiam tarrae penetramus." They all chanted. It meant 'As we give into the earth our energy, so do we tap into the magic of the earth'.

Though I don’t have to, I whisper-call green magic in the Old Tongue, not on my side of his dark magic, but on his side. A thick cloud of dust filled with small clumps of earth rises around him as razor sharp stones of agate and jasper erupt from the earth in a constricting circle, piercing his body and thrusting through his head. As the ice blue of his eyes fades to ash gray, his dark magic dissolves before it gets close enough to hit me. Still, the scorch of its use mars the meadow and the injury to the earth sears like a burn over my skin.

I can’t turn my brain off, and being distracted for this sort of spell can be dangerous. “Okay,” I start, opening my eyes and looking at the orange cat who’s sitting on the couch next to my father. “Scott, take a seat in front of me. Stay quiet and still while I do the spell.” Growling, Scott moves from the couch to the circle. I put the two remaining ribs on the ground in front of me and hold out my hands, magically lighting the candles, and look down at the book in my lap. “Tolle quode est, et mutare eam.” I sprinkle a bit of the ground-up herbs on the candle closest to me. The flame burns bright blue, and I can feel the magic working. “Tolle quode est, et mutare eam,” I repeat and sprinkl

“No offense to either of you, but I’m f*cking over magic.” Sam mumbles from the crook of Sierra’s neck. Elena side-eyes him. “Well, it’s here to stay pup, and you have a direct line to it. I would apologize before your magic decides it is over your wet dog smell and stops working.” “You all may want to pray to your Goddess, the winds are shifting.” Gentry gets out as a lightning bolt cracks along the sky.

I listened to granny’s instructions She let go of my hands: “whenever you are ready Mia” I stood there in the middle of the yard, with my eyes closed and as calm as possible. I raised my hand up in the air and started to summon the energy within me and felt it flow up towards my hand as I spoke the words slow, loud and clear: “Earth, air, sea and wind Bless my family, bless my friend Power of love, hope and light Protect us onwards through the night Guard my home from evil and all Place your shield above us all” As I spoke the last sentence I felt too much power go out my hands draining my body, I opened my eyes and saw a blue light brightening the night sky, shaped as a dome over the house

I could improve my magic only after practicing what she told me a few times. On the weekdays, I decided to go home straight from work and spend every afternoon and evening practicing magic. Every time I planned to practice, I had to create a shield that would block any outsiders from glimpsing at what I was doing and hearing my words. Grandma decided to help me in my conspiracy, and even used code words to communicate with me… As much as I loved her for trying, it only made it much harder to understand her since she never consulted the meaning of the words before using them…

My hips started lifting to chase the friction he was giving me. The kiss turned molten—wet, messy, endless—our lips sliding, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths shared in desperate little pants between each damn claiming pull. My head was starting to get light from his kisses, and the music filled my ears. 🎶 *(Ride it) just lose control* *(Ride it, ride it) come touch my soul* *(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you* *(Ride it) turn the lights down low*