I've Got The Magic In Me Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

"It's Madison Square f*cking Garden. And we sold it out. Then we took every ounce of faith and love and energy in that place and turned it into pure, gorgeous music and magic. Let yourself feel that. And don't look at me like they broke you. Because I know that's impossible. You're diamond, princess. You're on top of the world. They can't touch you." I sank into his kiss, aching for him as his strong hand grasped my hip and pinioned me against him. I felt the tense, coiled, magnificent energy in his body. And I buried the knowledge, just for that moment, that my uncle and my Queen could absolutely destroy me for this. That I couldn't begin to stand in their way.

Effortless, magnetic, timeless. The song was such a feel-good anthem that Freya couldn’t help but wave her bouquet and encourage everyone to sing along as they wrapped up their entrance. ~ “You're over my head, I'm out of my mind Thinking I was born in the wrong time It's love on rewind, everything is so throwback-ish I kinda like it how ya— Out of my league, old school chic Like a movie star from a silver screen You're one of a kind, living in a world gone plastic…” ~

and seeks to destroy everyone," she answered, sporting a proud smirk. I nodded to that, pretending to consider what she said before adding, "so, yourself then." "Bitch," she seethed in mock anger, leaving us giggling. Our attention was soon drawn to the posters which were being put up. And without realizing it, I found myself reading out the words there. "Moonlit Magic." I spent a few more seconds staring at the poster. With Juliette as the head of the prom committee this year, it was a given that prom was going to be nothing less than amazing. "I guess we'll soon start seeing some super sweet promposals," Beckham remarked from beside me, making a cringe face when she said 'super sweet

Almost perfect. Almost.

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp:

When I turned around, I heard Tiffany mumble, "Doesn't Ms. Winters like the cookies I made? Why didn't she try any of them?" Samuel grabbed me immediately to stop me from leaving. "Ms. Finch made these herself. Try some." I didn't like desserts. After becoming pregnant, the smell of sweet treats made my stomach churn. Despite being aware of my preferences, Samuel picked up a cookie and fed it to me. "Do as I say." As I held back the disgust within me, I took a bite. The sweetness on my palate made me gag out of reflex. Tiffany looked thoroughly wronged, and Samuel's face fell. "Lindsay, what's wrong with you? How could you trample on someone else's kindness like that? Finish it and apologize

Tool. Perfect.

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?

"You can't resist. Come, Henry. Come find me." My legs moved without permission, each step an agonizing betrayal that sent panic skittering through my chest. The instinct to resist screamed in my mind, but the magic's hold tightened with every step, making me feel like a puppet dancing on frayed strings, helpless and afraid. Invisible threads of magic coiled around my muscles and dragged me forward against my will. Each step dragged me toward the door, my will splintering with every footfall. I gripped the doorframe, forcing myself to stop. My breath came in short gasps, sweat beading on my forehead.

“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.