I Am The Magic Novels & Stories

I said to her. “I won’t,” she said. Baz separated from me and he stretched his neck and wings and gave a big yawn as he looked at us. I rolled my sleeves up as his eyes started glowing. “I, Bazzoit, will now allow you entry into the dragon realm, make your cut and press your hands together so that the magic of my dragon’s blood can transport you,” he said. I cut my palm and then Jennifer’s and clasped our two hands together. I closed my eyes and I could feel that familiar pull. I heard the dripping water sound that echoed around the cave’s walls. I opened my eyes again and looked around.

“I am the one who chooses my fate. Not you, and not this magic.” She felt the pull of the land beneath her, a deep, resonant power that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to awaken. The earth shifted, responding to her, as if it understood her words, her will. The magic surged, but it was not wild and uncontrolled. It was now her ally, her tool to fight back against the darkness.

I took a deep breath and released it, trying to relax so I could feel my magic. I felt the familiar thrumming of energy within me, but it pulsed with an unusual weight tonight, reluctant to respond. I closed my eyes, focusing inward. The whispers of my magic grew louder, drowning out my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth, willing the magic to flow. "Please," I muttered, pouring my intention into the spell. I envisioned a warm light surrounding Aric, a protective barrier to break whatever held him there. But the magic remained stubborn, slow to react.

“Focus on our bond and the strength of my love.” She nods and takes another deep breath, blowing it out through pursed lips. I kiss her cheek and leave my nose there, my eyes closing to shut out the rest of the world. All that matters is her and giving her fuel for her gift. The other magic in the room is a distraction, and it doesn’t involve us. We have our part to play, and Maya and her mom will take care of the rest. “Deiectionem magicae turpi corpore.”

"I am Uriel, goddess of magic and light." "It's a pleasure to meet you, your esteemed holiness. I'll introduce myself again. I'm Natalia Adamantine, a transcendental."

But it is not this moment. Was it wrong I was happy for the out? I turned and crossed to the small desk, sitting on the low bench, fingers tapping on the wooden surface. The moment I touched it, I felt a breath of power. Not enough to stir the protections in the stronghold, clearly, but enough it woke my curiosity. Carefully shielding my power, I let it slide out over the surface until it connected with a thin wisp of magic left behind. Maji magic. How ironic, Ameline's voice spoke in my head. We've traded places. Because you failed to understand they will never let you do what you must. When you've had enough, break the chains holding you to their pathetic laws and come to me. To destiny.

Soren has been patient and helped me, he's doing his best to see me better. "I don't want this to happen to me," I said determinedly. Ishtar seems satisfied and then stands in the middle of the room and I see Victor sitting with a tablet in his hands. He's never not working. "Magic works in a relatively simple way, all beings are born with a soul, this soul is something very complex and difficult to understand, but all souls carry "mana", which is where we can manipulate the magic that exists in the world." Ishtar then moved her hand and I saw her fingertips glow.

It says-" Believe in yourself, my child... You are the one... You are the magic... You are the prophecy... Endure everything in you. Endure the happiness... Endure the sadness... Endure the pain... Endure the pleasure... Find yourself... Find the magic... Where you lay" The sound hissed in my mind as it rang across my head again and again. Believe in me? Am I the magic? Am I the prophecy? The feeling of each happy moment I passed in this world... Mom... dad... Grany... My friends... Priam... The feeling of sadness when I lost my Mom... Dad... Uncle Ben... King Nashall... The feeling of pain... to those lonely nights and haunted memories... The feeling of pleasure where I united with my love

Naomi I waited with bated breath, my body quivering in anticipation as I heard the voice speak to me once again. “Arise Naomi West!” The words rang out like a command, and suddenly my soul snapped back into my body with a heavy jolt. As I opened my eyes, I could feel the weight of the dirt-packed ceiling pressing down on me. But instead of feeling weak and drained like before, my magic now felt alive and electric, pulsing beneath my skin like a live wire. It was as if every cell in my body was humming with power, ready to unleash its potential.

I say, as that bud of hope gets pulverised. “I’m sorry, I can’t. There are rules to our magic, and its rules are much like that of the Gods. The only one who can reverse the magic of a makkari is the makkari who created the magic in the first place. We’ll have to find her another way,” she says, her voice sounding guilty. “He would have had to take her back to Longsang. Why can’t we just go there?” Amelia asks tiredly. Has she even slept?