Romans & histoires I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy Novel

She looks weird to me and her eyes are sharp just like the guy that I danced with within a Prom. We walk towards the other side of the office where the long table is placed with chairs around on it. Mr. Badeau sat on the aisles beside Mrs. Gray the principal of the St. Claire Academy, Andy and I sat at the right side, I breathed heavily and wondered why we were here? "I called you here because the two of you are the smartest in this Academy." Mrs. Gray started the conversation. I just bowed my head and I can't accept that I'm one of the smartest students. It's just because of my magic. But, I study my lessons for good and not all of that because I am smart. The other thing is that it's becau

He says as we turn to look at the pack house in shock horror, he's right, the pack house is no longer burning, there's not even any smoke. "What the ... did I do that? But how?" I murmur to myself, "Yes, it must be your magical heritage, have you ever done it before?" Maxwell asks me but my head is spinning with thoughts of ...Magic? Spells? I've never done that ... before? Or ... Have I? I think to myself as my mind wonders... **flash back**

Took a book and waited for her to wake up. After an hour, Adelle woke up slightly confused. Seeing Bella silently reading a book, she sat down. "Bella, I had a dream, the table disappeared and reappeared like magic!!!" Adelle said while holding her head. "Hmmmm, it was not a dream...Poof!" The table disappeared again. And Adelle rolled her eyes and fainted...again. She covered her with a blanket and waited. After a while, she woke up. She sat down and stared at Bella. Confusion can be seen in her eyes, thankfully there was no disgust or fear. Truthfully, Bella was afraid of rejection. While waiting nervously for her to speak, Adelle took her hands trembling.

“They said the new ones are designed to detect unregistered magic. Maybe they’re detecting you.” Fantastic. Because nothing screams peace and quiet like being a walking, talking magical malfunction. By lunchtime, it gets worse. Every hallway I walk down flickers behind me like I’m dragging static through the air. Students whisper and part like I’m contagious. I accidentally make someone’s book burst into flames. Nate doesn’t resist to comment on it, saying, “in your defense, it was a boring book, Hails.” By the time we sit down in the cafeteria, I’m this close to screaming into my mashed potatoes.

" 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.

I was about to come right here from nothing but a touch on my wrist. Lucian darkened his eyes with satisfaction. “This is only a taste, Elara. The books can give you so much more.” I was right on the edge, trembling when the clock began to chime again. A minute to one. The golden glow around us started fading. The magic vanished instantly, leaving me aching and empty. I swayed on shaky legs, breathing hard, my panties completely wet. I must not mention any of these to Grandfather, else I’ll be doomed.

Jax turned to me, his face grim. "What do you want to do, Elena? What's the plan? Oliver told me to take you to the pack, not bring you back." But I didn’t answer him. My eyes were fixed on Reed, a swirling and visible dark energy surrounding him. Oliver and Lucas were pushing him back, barely holding on. Chloe was on ground, she looked all bloodied and weak. I knew what I had to do. There was no other way. I opened the book of spells, the ancient pages crumbling at my touch. My fingers flew across the faded script, chanting the words of the spell of full magician. The world began to blur around me. It felt like I was falling into a deep, dark well.

The colors were more vibrant, the sounds more acute, and the magic that pulsed through the air was palpable. Meanwhile, Cassie felt a strange sensation, a tingling in her fingertips that spread throughout her body. She looked down at her hands, and to her surprise, she saw a faint glow emanating from them. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and awe. "What's happening to me?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Xavier turned to her, his eyes filled with concern. "Cassie, you're glowing. It's your magic. Embrace it." Cassie nodded, taking a deep breath and allowing the magic to flow through her. She felt a surge of power, a fierce protective instinct that she had never known existed. She k

and I turned, locked eyes with her, and let a strand of my magic spiral through the air—just enough to make her champagne turn into steaming goat’s milk. She turned purple. Mr. Yellow cackled in my purse. But here’s where things got weird… and powerful. Because I had started noticing it too. My magic was accelerating. Not gradually. Not in the charming, fairy-tale “she’s blooming” kind of way. No. I was leveling up like a warrior in an MMORPG cheat code mode. Just yesterday morning, in the castle’s private war room turned training chamber, Edric and I had our morning spar-and-magic bonding session. A thing now, apparently. I was only trying to conjure a small flame to roast a training dummy

"We discussed the rules. I still haven't reddened that sexy ass. For the record, going in what is still his house without me is the same as one of his cars." My behind tingled and grin returned at his threat. It wasn't just the warning but the way the talk of his spanking my ass made his blue eyes shimmer. "Yes, Mr. Demetri." Nox's lips quirked upward as he reached for my hand. Together we ascended the steps to an opening door. "Magic?" he asked in a whisper. "It's like Hogwarts," I said. "No, seriously, the Montague staff is magic. They can appear and disappear. I'm not sure how they do it."