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

Ereia knocked and the door automatically opened, then Ereia pulled me inside. "Good morning, HM Gray." Ereia greeted the man sitting in the swivel chair. "Good morning, Ereia." he welcomes and his gaze travels to me. “Is this the new girl?” he asked. "Yes, HM," Ereia replied, and looked at me. I cleared my throat and said, “Hi, HM Gray, my name is Luna Syesha McCleen.” "Hi, Luna. Welcome to Enchant Academy. I’m Headmaster Gray Laurel. So, what is your ability?" he said.

It was a visual reminder that even in a world of magic, some were born more equal than others. I reached the Great Hall, and the heavy oak doors groaned as I pushed them open. The silence that followed was visceral. I started the walk toward the Ignis House table. As I passed the House Aqua section, a sophomore water mage - decked out in his blue suit - literally began to lose his physical integrity. He turned to liquid on his bench, his form melting into a puddle of blue-tinted water as I sauntered past, my ponytail swaying rhythmically. I didn't even look back. I had a soul to save and a script to set on fire.

Kaela Our charade, as I like to call it, continued for two weeks, and nobody suspected a thing. Every day after school was the same routine. Flynn and I would pretend to be hanging out, and Clara would pick us up, take us to the training spot, and back home when we were finished. I was starting to think I was such a genius. A dangerous one. I mean, I always was. Somehow, Magic had become normal. “Focus,” Hera barked at me.

She stepped through. That was the first red flag. The kind that should’ve made her turn around. Instead, she smiled. Because someone had removed the ward. “Cute,” she whispered. Inside wasn’t a room. It was a junction. Four corridors branching out, each humming with a different kind of magic. Old magic. Controlled magic. The kind the Academy pretended didn’t exist anymore because it didn’t answer to them. Bella stepped forward and froze. Footsteps, She pressed back into the shadow just as someone rounded the corner.

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.

I said, my voice completely flat and devoid of emotion. Instead of moving away, Marcus reached out his large, heavy hand and snatched my textbook off the table. He flipped through the pages carelessly, his smirk growing wider. "This book belongs to the academy. It's too expensive for trash like you to touch." Before I could stand up, a bright, hot spark of red magic flared from Marcus’s hand. He used his fire affinity to ignite the edges of the paper. Within seconds, the textbook erupted into bright orange flames. The students around us gasped, backing away as Marcus threw the burning book onto the stone floor. The pages curled and turned to black ash right in front of me, the smell of smoke

{MIA} As I leisurely ambled down the corridor toward the call room, my hand instinctively lifted in a friendly wave to those I crossed paths with. Among the usual flow of students, a peculiar sight caught my eye—a young man suspended mid-air, an impromptu display of levitation that seemed almost routine in this extraordinary academy. It was all part and parcel of life at this institution, a place where the supernatural and the magical intertwined seamlessly.

Then the flashing stopped and the blackness was closing in on itself. “Was something supposed to happen?” Sil asked. “Yes.” Luna said through her teeth. “I'm sorry what was supposed to happen?” I asked, swating away ptches of tiny sparks on my jacket. “The hole was supposed to become white and calm down.” Luna answered. She took a curious step towards the wall. “I don’t,” suddenly a shinning object burst throwing Luna backwards. “Luna!” I rushed to her side. “Wow! Let’s do that again.” She said wild eyed.

Caelum stood at the edge of the field, watching everything like it was a chessboard, his golden eyes a constant, quiet burn on the back of my neck. The Academy had given him instructor privileges. Of course they had. He didn’t move like a visitor. He moved like someone who had already claimed the space he wanted. “Today,” his voice rang out, low but commanding, “we’re working on magic containment—those of you with magical blood, step forward.” I froze. He didn’t look at me. But he didn’t have to. The silence that followed was because of me. The only other student to step forward was a girl from the Eastern border with minor druid lineage.

I mumbled, sliding into my seat. Kieran took the desk next to mine. "You'll be fine," he whispered. Professor Leda Morrigan stood and walked over to me, carrying a leather-bound spellbook. "I had no idea you had an affinity for magic. But since you're new to the class, we'll start with something simple. A basic flame conjuration." She set the book down in front of me and flipped to a page near the beginning. The spell was written in elegant script, with detailed instructions about hand movements and the proper pronunciation of each word.