I Am The Magic Novels & Stories

There is no single sign of regret on his face and it triggers Amira's emotion. "Give me back the Heart of Magic!" she demands as she stands on her feet, but Kian just turns his back like he has not heard her say anything. Lifting the Gem up, leveling it with his eyes, he chants," The Heart of Magic belongs to me and it is mine alone. I am now the most powerful creature in the land and I shall use this to reinvent the world."

I released her to save her from her own thoughts. "What happened wasn't your fault, Selene," I said earnestly. Selene looked me in the eyes fully now and the sorrow behind them was more apparent than ever. "Yes, it is, Tor," she said sadly. "Because it's me." My brow furrowed at her words. "What do you mean?" I asked. Selene squeezed her eyes shut and tears trickled down her cheeks. "I am the one born of the moon and of magic." Her voice was hardly a whisper as she confessed. "That's why the silver can affect me… because I am half shifter."

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

"You are capable of great things. Trust in yourself and your abilities." I sat cross-legged on the grass, eyes closed, and took a deep breath. I could feel my magic stirring within me, like a restless creature waiting to be unleashed. I focused on my breath, trying to calm my mind and steady my energy. Queen Endora's voice was a gentle whisper in my ear. "Imagine a bright light at your core, Ava. See it growing stronger with each breath. Feel its warmth and power." I visualized the light, picturing it expanding and filling me with a sense of peace. My magic began to respond, its restless energy slowly settling into a steady hum.

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?

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

I jumped to the level of the god just for myself to get punched back down. I could hear the concrete falling and the feet of the god matching towards me. I felt his heavy extremities, like the hoof of a horse on my neck. I managed to tilt my neck over to Maria, having an eye contact with her was enough until I saw what she was trying to do. She was trying to harness to power of "Gesture Magic." The most destructive of all magic and not just that, failure to get the right spell on time will eat the practitioner from the inside.

I thought to myself. For the rest of the day I had to endure my brother's and father's tantrum and after what we call an unhealthy amount of waiting we finally met Amelia, Nebula tribe's alpha mother. She was wearing a plain bright red skirt which was below her knees, same red blazer and a white top underneath with matching red high heels. As we approached her my father smiled his one of the finest fakes smiles that he usually put on his face on the occasion like this, my brother was trying to be a gentleman which he was.

He chuckles out loud while spinning around on the chair like a maniac. Isabelle wakes up from her unconsciousness and slowly tries to sit up. Her body feels so weak, there’s no energy left in her. None at all, to fight or scream out for help. She needs water, she doesn’t remember for how long she hasn’t had a drop of water. “Please, I need water.” She whispers before falling back on the chair completely and losing her consciousness.

Even now I could hear screams of people as they ran to safety. I got up quietly from the mat. Sir Robin followed me with his gaze. Then he gripped I was about to turn and walk out of the room. "You must overcome this." He said vehemently. The cheerful expression he always seemed to wear had melted from his face. "You must remember. You are the magic." Yep definitely crazy. Or maybe he just finally broke. I nodded once and turned to leave. Theodore trusts him so I guess I could take his advice. But I don't see how recognizing I have magic and feeling tit in every pore of my skin was going to help me defeat a power hungry crazy mage.