Harry Potter Fanfiction Sentient Magic Novels & Stories

"Witches are beautiful, and you're not an exception—close your eyes, and I will show you a portion of what you're capable of." My eyelids flutter close, and Lucy squeezes my hands. Tingles start inside my shoes, and I have to bite my lower lip at the thousand needles feeling traveling up my legs. Warmth spread within me, circling inside my chest and building up a vortex. "That's good, and now channel that magic, and give it to me." Without hesitation, I let Lucy have the accumulated energy, and then I'm allowed a glimpse of his train of thoughts. I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials.

The Wicked Oracle would enchant one of the Centaurs, take control of its mind, and manipulated it to kill the warriors. The wicked Oracle has been watching them from his coven and seeking ways to stop them from advancing in their journey to get the Magic Bean. Because the Centaur wasn’t itself, it was missing its shot as it began shooting at the warriors randomly. It’s as though the Centaurs are trying not to yield to the manipulation of the wicked Oracle who wants to take over its mind and use it to kill all the warriors. The black pigment in the Centaur’s eye has turned green because of the enchantment. This is a clear indication that the Centaur is not in full control of its actions.

The moment the class ended he went straight to Earth, however, it seem like he was lost. He couldn’t understand how but after almost an hour of walking down the corridors toward the tower of Earth he still couldn’t get close to it. This made him frustrated, the more time passed by the stronger the feeling of jealousy built up in his chest. He realized that this could only be because of magic, similar to an illusion, there is a magic spell that can distort someone else sense of direction. He stopped walking and paused and decided to speak,

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

Aster leaned over and muttered, “Ten bucks saya he has a collection of enchanted toenails in his office.” Kyren grunted. “I'm pretty sure he bathes in disappointment and Axe body spray.” I snorted so loud Thornhall glanced our way, his eyes beady and narrowed. He started pacing. “Magic,” he droned, “can not be forced. It has to be welcomed. It is not a pet, nor a tool. It is an extension of your soul. If you attempt to dominate it, it will rebel.” Row by row, everyone began closing their eyes as he continued.

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.

“Yes, and if I was not a high breed I would have been trapped in it. I feel like he has done it to more people. I remember that after the day I brought Andy back, she started acting strange. Saying she loved him and we all know Andy couldn’t have feelings for anyone just like that and even if she wanted to, it wouldn't be that sudden.” Lucas said, reminding everyone. “This shit is deep, how do we combat it? Do the books not say anything about that type of sorcery.” Liam asked, a bit of frustration in his voice. I flipped my book to a page I felt could be helpful here. I showed it to them… “It says here that a good sorcerer can use the art of a puppeteer on persons of inferior strength or peo

I heard most of it, but my brain couldn’t process it. Someone had been there in our room. Near me, near Rowan, near my unborn baby, while we slept. And we still didn’t know who it was. “Why am I the only one who was sensing it?” I asked abruptly, cutting her conversation with Rowan short. Maren considered me for a moment before she responded. “You’ve been affected by magic a lot these past few weeks. It’s normal that you have developed some sort of sensitivity towards it.” I nodded absentmindedly, that made a lot of sense.

"Oh my goodness father I have been there only for one day and you think I have found my mate. For a fact the moon goddess has already stated an prophecy that I'll never have a mate then why even bring it up." I stood up from the chair as if I would say something more but I left. The tendency I had to leave the conversation on half way was appreciable, only to me of course but I couldn't let this conversation go because my father has very sharp eyes and he would know though he would be definitely fuming in rage inside and my distrustful action only added fuel to his suspicious fire but what could he probably do to me. Wind swirled through my hair as I ran towards the end of my of my world and

- She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her. —I remind you that I can hear you, and I can smell you, you filthy witch. I don't see you but I know exactly where you are. - she hisses.- If I get close enough I'll kill you with a single stab... what do you think of that ? I will be ... good to you. She smiles widely in my direction and all the blood freezes in my veins. She's right, if she gets too close I'll be screwed. And I cannot recite a poem to deprive her of each of her senses, one at a time, it would take me too long, magic has its rules...