I Am The Magic Novels & Stories

"I'm not actually amnesiac. I'm just not the Charlotte you remember." I leaned closer and smiled. "I'm actually an elf. A sorceress, to be exact. And that wasn't an earthquake. It was a Trial of Lightning!" Matteo immediately grabbed his phone and checked the news. To his astonishment, I was right. There had been no earthquake at all. Lightning had simply struck our building. As he stared at me in stunned silence, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm not scared of some curse or bad luck, honey. In fact, with a sorceress around..." I smiled. "I guarantee you're going to be the luckiest man on this planet."

" I'm sorry I can't do this. I really can't. " " Yes, you can. " " I can't. " I insisted, shooking my head. " It's not working for me. I've tried focusing more harder but yet... It's still the same. Maybe I'm just not ready for this, any of it! " " It only takes time before we can understand who and what we are. Magic is not all about rush, it's all about concerntration, focus and a free mind. It's time-steady. So, you don't let the power control you, you control it. "

his mind asked again. Mino, you are the cause of this magic. This is your magic! And I can't just let this magic work on me all of the time!

I really am a stupid person. When I was five years old, my magic began to manifest. And just like my biological mother who was the empress of Celestia, I have a divine blessing. And was dubbed as the hope of our future— that someday, I will be the one who will lead mages to the retrieval of our land, and who will free them from sufferings. With my divine magic, I can restore Celestia into its former state, vanish curses and heal those in vain. I was a prodigy.

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

" I remind myself why I came here in the first place. I didn't replace Alice because I intended to sacrifice myself and take her place. My magic has progressed quickly, even though I haven't been practicing. I close my eyes and allow magic to connect both of us, and when we connect, I see in his mind the person he intends to see. The person he wishes to see. And I become that person with minimal effort. As an extra touch, I convince him to ignore all that feels odd to him. This little encounter will slip from his mind completely and he will have no knowledge of it. It only lasts a few seconds.

she asked. "The portal for going back to the twenty first century has been closed presently. In the meantime, you have to remain here and fight for the people. You have to become Beatrice completely." Matilda took some time to gather her thoughts together. After a while, the spoke to herself. "Your name is Beatrice and you can do this." Then she turned to Nomar and spoke to him. "Alright then, Beatrice is ready. Show me how to use this magic you said I have been blessed with."

is it so wrong? I just want to make this love happen...I'm not the heroine who's just gonna stand there and be hurt while watching the person he love be with another girl... I'm not gonna give up and regret the things I could've done... ... is this the right thing to do? everyday, I feel like I'm becoming more and more selfish.

He caressed my forehead and croaked out, “I thought I had lost you and our baby.” My eyes snapped towards the door in a panic. Celeste would return soon. I had to tell them the way to get me out of this place. Drawing in a deep breath, I drew from whatever little strength was left. I focused them on a single point and tried to use it to speak. “This place is created through representational magic. If you find the object that represents me, you can get me out.” “I will go and search for it. Tyson, you stay with Aurora.” Caleb said and rushed out of the door before I could warn him.