I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy Novel Novels & Stories

What the hell has Flair done to me? With no second thought, I stand from my chair and it topples over behind me. I run back to my room and shut the door. I open the drawer and take out the collar. I shut my eyes and yell out the spell that had brought me to this world. It works. In the next second, I'm twirling and a huge light envelops me, tossing me back into the Mage Cave. Flair is sitting on the ground, casting whatever spells that have the place swarmed with worms.

The night's atmosphere amplifies the power that flows within me, creating an electrifying energy. I shook a little, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of this newfound magic. It's something I've never experienced before, but Julius, now my trusted mentor, took it upon herself to assist me through this process. At first I missed my concentration a lot of times because I didn't understand what to do. Most times I panicked especially in times when I felt like I was falling down. Those times I jerked upwards, only to realize that I actually wasn't falling down, it was only a fragment of my imagination or perhaps the aftermath of the practice. Sometimes I felt weak and completely tired...all I wa

Robin I remember the first time I set foot on Henderson Supernatural Academy. The acceptance letter had been shocking because I didn’t even know I was capable of magic! They claimed they had done some digging and called me the Red Moon Witch, a powerful witch of legend who would one day bring all covens together. When I spoke to my Grandmother, or Abuela as I called her, she said that they were right. I did have magic. Magic ran in our family, but I was a late bloomer. Whether I was the Red Moon Witch was not something she could say.

108 Isabella I was a prisoner in a cage made of my own memories, but for the first time since the hospital fire, I wasn't helpless. Deep inside the pitch-black void of my mind, the glowing red chains still bit hard into my ankles and left arm, but my right hand was free. I gripped the tiny, glowing white crystal fragment of my mother’s residual magic, scraping the sharp, luminous edge against the dark links holding my left wrist. Every stroke sent a jarring wave of static through my soul, but the chain was thinning.

Raven was just the first. "And there's more," said the headmistress her face suddenly serious. This is the first time that I have seen her get serious. Usually, she is always smiling. "What is it?" Chloe asked In an instant, we came across a door. We roamed our eyes and saw we were in the Magisch academy hospital. Yeah, Magisch academy not only has a clinic but also has its own hospital. "What are we doing here?" I asked Instead of answering, she opened the bedroom door. She went inside so we followed her immediately. My eyes widened at what I saw.

Grandma Flora eyed her willful granddaughter. Lyn smiled brightly and said, "Granny, you want me to be your apprentice, remember? So from now on, I will go wherever you will go. You will teach me about magic! I will be your student, and you will become my teacher. How about that?" She said it excitedly. Grandma Flora's eyes twinkled. "Really? Are you ready now to learn everything about magic? Have you been reading the wizardly book I left behind for you? I remember that you are not interested in magic at all. I wonder what makes you change your mind, child."

I forced myself to focus, letting the images of the academy come forward. I felt my magic swell in the pit of my stomach as it begged to be used. I called it forward, letting it escape through my fingertips as I moulded the world around us. Buildings disappeared and reappeared, the forests and mountains changing. The magic poured out of me until sweat beaded across my brow. With a final flick of my finger, I opened my eyes, taking in the new world around me. Two large cast iron gates stood before me. The Bloodstone crest connecting in the middle. A giant school sat behind it, big enough to fit over a thousand students.

Matilda's head was reeling. She wished she could go back to that evening in the bookstore and reverse the order of events. She would not have performed the spell. She would not have thought that magic was silly and was not in existence. She could do anything to take it back. Anything at all. Now she was stuck here, back in time and she did not know any way of going back to the familiarity of her life in Oxford city.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I forced myself to focus, letting the images of the academy come forward. I felt my magic swell in the pit of my stomach as it begged to be used. I called it forward, letting it escape through my fingertips as I moulded the world around us. Buildings disappeared and reappeared, the forests and mountains changing. The magic poured out of me until sweat beaded across my brow. With a final flick of my finger, I opened my eyes, taking in the new world around me. Two large cast iron gates stood before me. The Bloodstone crest connecting in the middle. A giant school sat behind it, big enough to fit over a thousand students.