I've Got The Magic Novels & Stories

"What is it, have you found your mate or something in there?" He waited for my reaction so he could understand me but I gave him none and stubbornly I shrugged it off. "Oh my goodness father I have been there only for one day and you think I have found my mate. For a fact the moon goddess has already stated an prophecy that I'll never have a mate then why even bring it up."

It flung me backward with a force that shook my bones. I gritted my teeth, channeling what little forbidden magic I’d learned from watching my mother. I tried everything—seals, unbinding chants, illusions. Nothing worked. This magic… it was ancient. Royal. And far beyond my reach. Then I felt them. Footsteps. A presence. I darted behind the rocks, my heart thudding against my ribs.

That forbidden magic, the one that's locked deep inside of me, the music is luring it in, begging me to release it and let it loose. In my mind's eye, I could see a key in the lock and a hand reaching out to turn the key; the magic was so close to being released, just a little to the left, my heart was racing with anticipation, and I could feel the goosebumps prickling on my skin as I eagerly awaited the sound of the lock clicking.

When it’s near me, a barrier activated that made his magic go away. “Did you just do something?” I teased him again, then smirked. “Just you wait,” he said. “I forgot to inform you that no one will be able to use any kind of magic such as teleportation, once you are inside the mansion,” I said, then got back to my cold expressionless self and I emit an ominous aura.

“Is that something I can do too?” “Of course. Everything you need is within your grasp now. Because of your accelerated training, you have the basic skills required. You just have to put it to good use. Magic is as much mental as it is physical. You think it, feel it inside, and then you manifest it and speak it into existence. It will come to you in due time.” I was so thankful I had found her. I felt a connection with her and wondered how alike her and Antoinette were. She was kind and helpful and I had learned more from her in the last couple of days than I had since I’ve known about my identity.

Morrigan, magic! I pull on my magic again, this time creating a net to surround the rogue so I can contain him long enough to mind link some warriors. Oh wait, I can’t do that yet, I haven’t been initiated into the back. Well fuck, looks like I get to contact my mate. Fuck me. Morrigan! Magic! NOW!

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

Will magic do some changes? Let us see… Love, Gaymo Part VI: The Magic Spell Dear Journal, I made a potion which I will use to get Mario back. That will make him in love with me. It was a success. I let him drink it, and after an hour, he made a very weird proposal. He said…

It might live in me but it is not of me. I try to picture myself as a flower, opening up to the sunlight that is the magic within me. It begins to stir and stretches a little closer to me but at my excitement it shrinks away once more. How am I supposed to get this to work? "Breathe. Just take nice controlled breaths and feel yourself relaxing. Listen to the wind and how it moves with each breath that you take. Surrender to the part of you that listens to the wind. That is the same part of you that can connect with this other magic. Now, once you are listening to the wind and surrendering. Let the magic come to you. Let it fill you. Let it live in you. Once it is there, it will never comple

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.