I Am The Magic Novels & Stories

“Because I don’t want to be a Luna anymore. That title was too small for me. I wanted to be THE Luna. I want the world to bend. To kneel. With Nathan by my side of course.” I added to clarify everything. “To whisper my name like it’s a prayer and a curse wrapped in silk and screams.” I turned back to look at the wall, the elements swirling underneath all the paint and torn wallpaper designs. Because I’m not Victoria, daughter of a runaway witch and a cowardly wolf. I am the reckoning that was promised. And my magic? It sings louder than ever.

I stumbled back, gasping as the magic ripped through me, wild and uncontrollable. I fell to my knees, my vision blurring as the power took hold. It was too much, too fast. I couldn’t contain it. “Amora!” I heard Deven’s voice, but it sounded far away, distant. I tried to stand, tried to push the magic down, but it was no use. It was tearing through me, breaking free from whatever had been holding it back. “Let it happen,” Malakai’s voice whispered in my ear, low and seductive. “This is what you were meant for.”

He acted way older than he "So magic is back on." Luther stated. "So what can I do for you since you've seemed to take it upon yourself to come into places you aren't welcome." Luther said with annoyance in his voice. "Actually Magic isn't on. Mazaya just gave me enough magic where I wasnt effected but I need help finding her." I said with more confidence than I felt right

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

The price on my head—was it them all along? The man took one step closer. The others stayed back, but I could feel their magic pressing against me, heavy and cold like deep water trying to drown me. “You have something that belongs to us,” he continued. His green eyes flashed. The leader raised his hand slightly. The air grew thicker, harder to breathe. Tiny sparks of blue magic danced between his fingers. “Shift back, wolf,” he commanded, voice laced with power. “Let us talk like civilized beings. Or we can do this the hard way. Your choice.”

“What are you?” “I am magic itself, I am a god, I am Mazikeen.” The being responded. “You are a Mazikeen, how did you…” Ataf started. “I am not a Mazikeen. I am the Mazikeen. There is only one of me in existence. None other.” The being raged as a force pushed out of me in anger and flattened the rest against the wall. I watched as they were pinned to the wall while Dahlia was forced on her knees before me.

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

Maerilee The dog treat trembles in my hand, faint pulses of magic swirling around it like threads of silver. I close my eyes, focusing on the barrier I’m trying to create. The energies stretch from my fingertips, encasing the treat in an invisible shield, or at least what I hope is an invisible shield. My breath slows as I concentrate, willing the magic to hold steady. A faint hum tickles the back of my mind. My magic is attempting to do what it’s supposed to but deep down, I can feel how weak it is, how flimsy the barrier must be.

Ginika growled at the way the man pronounced the word ‘magic’, it made him remember the day Zahra had pronounced ‘affle’ for ‘apple’, the taskmaster had whipped her mercilessly, and she took ill for about three weeks. Now looking at this general, with all his education and rank, he still could not pronounce magic. What would the taskmasters say if they find or heard him? Nothing, he was an elite, of course. A voice in Ginika’s head said, making his frown deepened. “We are here today because some of you are the vessel that could do majic had the power been in the land. However, with the Amytal vial, we can teach you how to harness majic even though you ordinarily do not have the power.

The portion is also used to hunt out witches and wizards living within the community. If you suspect that anyone is a witch or wizard, all you have to do is pour portions made from ‘Ukpotoro’ seed and the blood of an Albino the person, if the person is a witch or wizard, he/she will manifest and begin to fidget instantly. While observing these warriors from their mystic mirrors, they waited in excitement for them to walk into the middle of their territory before launching a random attack. They thought the warriors would be easy meat for them like when some hunters mistakenly wandered in their territory years back.