I've Got The Magic Novels & Stories

I turned my focus inward toward my Source and realized that a wisp of energy had begun filling the emptiness inside me before forming a weak barrier around my organs. Hot damn. So this was the only way for me to recover my lost magic: intimacy with him. I caught the fear and shock in Matteo's eyes and decided to press my advantage. I pounced like a homing missile and grabbed his thighs. He reeled backward, dumbfounded, then stared down at me with a mixture of bewilderment, humiliation, and disgust. "This… This is how low you'd go for money?" I looked up at him, love practically bubbling in my eyes. "Excuse me? Forget money! Letting a manifestation of masculine hotness like you walk free is t

Not to protect Linnea — or anyone. I need my magic back.

I took a deep breath and released it, trying to relax so I could feel my magic. I felt the familiar thrumming of energy within me, but it pulsed with an unusual weight tonight, reluctant to respond. I closed my eyes, focusing inward. The whispers of my magic grew louder, drowning out my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth, willing the magic to flow. "Please," I muttered, pouring my intention into the spell. I envisioned a warm light surrounding Aric, a protective barrier to break whatever held him there. But the magic remained stubborn, slow to react.

“The same way there are magical werewolves outside it.” Fair point. “So magic is a dominant trait,” I muttered to myself. “If I have magic, how have I never manifested it until two weeks ago?”

"Your spells sound like a kindergartner on the first day of school," Dakari raged at me, "When you try to conjure a weapon you get a triple scoop of ice cream???" "I swear I am trying, my magic seems to have a few glitches," I look at him sheepishly, "I will keep trying." I don't mention that I had been just daydreaming about running out for a frozen treat later. "And Maggie," he says whirling on her. "What is the hell is that?" We all stand looking at the puddle of yellowish muck in the middle of the floor.

“It is resistant to magic, no matter what you do it won’t budge.” ——— Liking the story please vote, comment and leave a review! Orz!

Status update: ✔️Still trapped in the sassiest cabin ever enchanted. ✔️Still no working exit. ✔️Still kissing King Edric like it’s an Olympic sport and I’m training for gold. ✔️Oh, and now he’s decided to become my personal magic coach. Yay.

I just wish I understood the magic better. ***“Don’t overthink it, Little One. You do understand the magic. You understand it enough to work with it, not fight it. You respect what magic can do and what it cannot. You understand it is to be worked with, not commanded.”*** Osiston is always in teaching mode.

my father remarked, looking at me thoughtfully. Only my parents are aware of my ability to wield a small amount of magic. I was born with fire magic and can perform minor spells, though I am not particularly skilled in spellcasting, as my true strength lies in fire magic. "We will need assistance; this is not something we can tackle alone," he agreed. "However, there is something we have yet to discuss," Maurice interjected, capturing everyone's attention. "The drug drain is odorless; if it had a scent, it would aid us in tracking it down." That was a valuable insight, and I wondered why I hadn't considered it earlier.

“Everleigh,” she says, starting to shake her head. “Mahl is the one who made magic illegal –“ “You use magic on him every other night!” “And I am a professional,” she says, laying a demure hand on her breast and grinning at me. “You are a rank amateur!” “Oh, come on, Margot!” I beg, dashing for her and dropping to my knees in front of her stool. She blinks at me, surprised. “It will be easy! I did it before with Angeline and it worked so well! He’ll never notice!”