I Am The Magic Novels & Stories

Ivy asks. “Give me a moment,” I reply. “Come with me,” I grab her hand and take her to where some of my friends are. “Who are they?" “Some of my friends. Some vampires have special abilities. I, for example, have mind compulsion. My mom has tactile telepathy. Irene can see the future.” I point at Tracy “Tracy, she can make you see anything she wants you to see. Power of illusion,” “Well, that's cool. I wanna try,” she says.

It’s as though he’s trying to trick me, to convince me he’s kind when he truly intends malice. “I don’t have any magic.” I insist, wishing that I did. Maybe if I was magic I might be able to put a stop to the things happening here – to protect the others without bringing harm to myself. I was so preoccupied with this statement that I almost missed the second piece of information. “Exposed to what?”

I remark, taking a drag on my cigarette. “Hecate did not wish to associate herself with your line because, although you have magic running through your veins, everyone knows men succumb to the lust for power far faster than women do. You, Mi Rey, are a sorcerer, meaning you possess magic. The only sorcerer currently in existence in this world, for no man can possess magic save the descendants of Roja.” My eyes glimmer as I stare at her. Magic? I don’t think so…

I admitted quietly. ​That made him still. “What do you mean?” I hesitated, because saying it made it real. “Their magic,” I said. A pause. “Not all of it. Not clearly. But… enough.” Kaelen’s jaw tightened. “That shouldn’t be possible.” “No,” I said. “It shouldn’t.” But it was. ​His hand moved along my back slowly, grounding and steady. “You’re still you,” he said. I looked up at him, searching. “Am I?”

Raina questioned. “Enough talking. I need to get you out of here before Agatha comes back,” the witch said. She began to cast a spell, and my heart dropped to my feet. “Shit, Raina!” I called out, grabbing Raina’s hand, but she squeezed mine instead. ‘I’m immune to magic,’ she said through the mindlink. ‘I think I can stop her.’ ‘What? You’re immune to magic?’ I asked, shocked to the core. ‘Yes, that was Hecate’s blessing,’ Raina answered. ‘Right now, I can shift and fight. I’ll lunge for her and pin her down. We need her alive so she can tell us what she knows.’

“Trust us to help you.” I blinked, looking around. There was nobody nearby other than Gavin, Nan, and Irene, and none of them had this voice that was in my head. I stared down at my hands, seeing the magic crackle at the tips of my fingers, and I flexed those fingers, feeling the magic surge inside of me. Could the magic be speaking to me? Was that one of the perks of being the host of magic? Before I knew what was happening, my voice was booming across the crowd, turning everyone’s attention to me.

“You’re smarter than that, Maise. You know it’s a personal problem we’re discussing.” “Yeah, I have questions about that,” I mused. “Wasn’t it just a few days ago you were claiming your own friends couldn’t necessarily be trusted?” “That was before,” he sighed. “Before what?” I was toeing the line of his patience and I knew it. Isaac turned from the refrigerator with food in hand and glared at me. “The only individual involved in the spell that is powerful enough to go toe to toe with the magic you host is Ammit. My friends are in the clear.”

I whisper, unsure who it’s for. The bond hums in agreement—or maybe amusement. I close my eyes, breathing deep, grounding myself in the familiar thrum of my magic. Fire answers, steady and loyal. It always has been. “I choose me,” I say softly. “No matter what.” The words feel true. Even if the night doesn’t believe them yet. And somewhere between the moonlight and the silence, I know one thing with unsettling clarity— This isn’t over. Not even close.

It feels…sweet and kind and gentle. “They are very sensitive, sweet beings,” he says to me, watching them. They finally pull back, wiping their eyes. “Can you do good magic? I’m Iza, by the way.” The others introduce themselves to me, Athalin, Kazu and Lewa. “So, can you?” “Do good magic?” I think for a moment, then pull a ball of light into my hand. There’s a lot of oohing and aahing. “Can we touch it?”

So this kind fo magic should come easy to me. First I should feel the magic within me. Luckily I already know how it feels when I activate my magic since I have been doing it for so long already. I take a deep breath in and say the word that is used in the ancient tongue for this kind of magic in my mind. “Ickrak'ey.” Suddenly within my body I can feel everything around me and in my mind I can see four beings a few miles away from us, thinking water from a river. They seem to be the rogues I am smelling.