I Am The Magic Novels & Stories

“With?” I shut the doors after visually checking the desolate hallway, acting as if I were terrified to have anyone but these two know what I am about to say, and I turned around; letting a shaky breath leave my plump lips. “Magic.” They looked at me blankly and I knew I had to do this; I am Luna in a matter of days so if anyone should sacrifice themselves to be rid of a witch, vampire, and an abuser - it's me. “More specifically… My magic,”

I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials. "We did it..." I whisper, smiling brightly at Lucy. "We summoned items straight from IKEA!" Lucy smiles back. "This only works when you trust the other person entirely—thank you for letting me borrow your powers." "Wait, I can still use magic, right?" Laughter rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I didn't steal your abilities! I only borrowed some energy." "Phew," I giggle. "I don't know what I would do if I lost my magic!"

Where am I? TBC...

Irina was amazed, looking at her dress. “Let me see your bleeding hands.” Lucas closed the gap between them. He didn’t need to do anything with her face as the slapping mark had already gone. “Wow…” Irina impressed, looking at her clean hands. “I’m healed.” Smiling weakly, Lucas didn’t dare telling her that her wound healed itself and he did nothing about it but cleaned the blood stain. “I knew it.” Irina exclaimed. “Magic is amazing thing.” Lucas smile turned weaker. “Speaking of magic, why don’t you or Master Nieal scare of me? Why not have me burnt like stories I heard about magic users?”

Mia's Pov I stood alone in the heart of the woods, my voice echoing through the trees as I chanted the spell over and over again. Each repetition felt like a desperate plea, but the magic refused to respond. Frustration gnawed at me as I clutched the book of enchantments, flipping through its pages to ensure I hadn’t missed a single detail. The words were right, the movements were precise—so why the hell wasn’t it working?

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

I turned around to escape. But the door got shut on its own like someone pushed it forcely. I slowly turned around, he was there standing in front of the chair, holding chains in his hands, he said," Well, I am a half witch". And at the very next moment, he was in front of me, just a step apart. "And a half vampire". His eyes were dark blue. " Are you…. Are you…..gonna…. bite..?" I felt dizzy and was about to fall on the ground but as far as I remember, I was in his arms, looking into his sky blue eyes.

does he. "It is now your turn to say your vow, Your Majesty," The priest's word snapped me out, and I immediately looked away. No! That's impossible. He can never feel that way towards me. This is all just an act, and he is just pulling it off perfectly. I said my vow quickly but tried to make it as believable as I could think of. "With the power bestowed upon me, I now pronounce you, Lycan and Luna! Oh, moon goddess, shower your blessing and love on this happy matrimony, and may it last for a lifetime and another lifetime and so many lifetimes to come. Amen and..."

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.

It belongs to them. I raise my massive hand and slam it down, the sound echoing like thunder. They scatter, fear flashing across their faces. Still, the strike does not harm them. It only shakes the dream, rattling the space as if reminding them that I am not powerless. Magic is energy… I remember Hilda’s words in one of her memories. I concentrate the magic in my hand and slam it down again.