I've Got The Magic Novels & Stories

I couldn't afford to falter. "No more," I whispered to myself, my voice firm, even as my heart trembled with trepidation. "I won't let fear dictate our fate. I'll find a way to stop Dorian, no matter what it takes." With those words, I reached deep within myself, tapping into the wellspring of my magic. Time magic, the very essence that had eluded my grasp before, beckoned to me like an old, enigmatic friend. This time, I wouldn't let it slip through my fingers.

He acted way older than he "So magic is back on." Luther stated. "So what can I do for you since you've seemed to take it upon yourself to come into places you aren't welcome." Luther said with annoyance in his voice. "Actually Magic isn't on. Mazaya just gave me enough magic where I wasnt effected but I need help finding her." I said with more confidence than I felt right

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?

Lex Magic has a pleasant natural smell. It’s a mix of the forest with the woody scent of trees and the sweetness of berries. The smell lingers around the castle and grounds as the High Priestess sets up the wards around the area. I watch as a canopy of light is built in the sky only visible during the night.

Why the hell… A little knock comes at the door. “Ariel, sweetheart?” It’s Pippa. “Are you okay?” “Yes!” I call, my voice tight. “Um, just a minute.” Panting, I turn back to the mirror and spit out the toothpaste, scowling when I realize that I’m still a prisoner, even if my magic somehow bizarrely works here. But, is that the only magic that works? I take a deep breath, shifting my eyes to a towel rack against the wall and calling upon my gift of heat, willing them to burst into flames. I also pull on my mark, my connection to Luca, hoping desperately for any stir of wind, but…

I looked at the notebook to remember the spell then grabbed Lexus’ arm and started chanting the counter spell to break it. “Since when did you know magic? Wait, are you using me as a magic source?” Since I wasn’t a mage or elf I didn’t have a source to pull from myself, but I was able to siphon mana from other magical beings and magical objects. I couldn’t siphon from my own self, but I could siphon from Lexus.

I said, my tears now falling, I wanted him to understand. "I've been treating my magic like it's an external factor, but it's not. It's a part of me, just like Violet is. It doesn't exist without me and I don't exist without it" I said, finally able to word my little discovery. I'd been acting like my magic is just something I picked up on the road and maybe, just maybe, that is the reason it's been so hard for me to accept it. He frowned, looking down at his feet and I subconsciously bit my lower lip, hoping he got it.

Magic is just another tool, another weapon waiting to be wielded. And if I have to wield it to put Hilda in the ground? So be it.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

It was glowing green. “Morning.” He greeted me with a smile. My palms began to sweat. My mom was holding a scroll glowing with a darker green. She was reading something. She muttered a word under her breath and dad stepped out of the way. Mom thrust her hand forward and the blue ball floated and it tried to get out of the grip. Its flame was slowly burning out. My mom screamed an incantation and she fisted her hand. The ball disappeared in a thin smoke. “Morning, dear.” My mom said putting the scroll down. I felt my skin burning. She turned to dad.