I Am The Magic Novels & Stories

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."

My room was a sanctuary, a place where I could let my guard down, even if just for a moment. Magnus. His name echoed in my mind, accompanied by the memory of his touch, his scent. I reached up and traced the spot on my neck where his mark lay hidden, the magic still strong enough to conceal it from anyone who didn't know what to look for. Meredith's spells were always impeccable.

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.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

I couldn't afford to falter. "No more," I whispered to myself, my voice firm, even as my heart trembled with trepidation. "I won't let fear dictate our fate. I'll find a way to stop Dorian, no matter what it takes." With those words, I reached deep within myself, tapping into the wellspring of my magic. Time magic, the very essence that had eluded my grasp before, beckoned to me like an old, enigmatic friend. This time, I wouldn't let it slip through my fingers.

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

Someone was lying about something. “No… I’m not…” “I’ll tell you the truth,” she said, her voice softening into something like a lullaby, though her eyes still burned with fury. “You are of blood and magic,” she began. My heart dipped. Magic? My skin sizzled with electricity. “Beast and sorceress,” she continued and I staggered as it clicked on my head. “Lycan and—” I cut her off. “Melbringer?” I whispered, the word foreign and jagged on my tongue.