Novel & Cerita In Pursuit Of Magic

I just need a little more. Whatever the hell this poison is, it's sucking my magic right out of me. But I won't let it win. I breathe deeply, trying not to pass out. The queasiness is taking over again, but I can't stop. I focus and push my magic past my fatigue, searching for the source of the evil... and I find it. It's buried deep in the deer's throat. It will never be free if I can't remove it. This is going to hurt... or worse. I have no idea if I'll scar myself for life, or if this will take my life. But it is why I am here. I can't let continue... No matter what.

The spell of Pathfinding Anita fetched a hand full of sand and slowly pour it out as she enchanted "Perdidit in tenebris...volo ut exitum meum." (Lost in the dark, i wish to find my way out) Debris of the sand started glowing and floating away. Anita quickly followed it untill she could see light outside the cave before the sand disappeared. Anita forced herself to walk outside the cave but she suddenly felt really weak and dizzy. Anita falls to the ground unconscious. There is always a prize to pay when using magic

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

*** I stumbled against a tree trunk and rushed to get up from the ground. I desperately tried to catch my breath, but my chest was burning, and my heart was aching. I got back up to my feet and continued running through the woods. I came to an abrupt stop when I reached an old graveyard. All the graves were covered in grass, their tombstones shattered to pieces except for one grave in particular. I hesitantly took a step forward. I sucked in a deep breath before carefully walking over to the only standing tombstone in the entire graveyard.

Yet, I wanted to believe that he was performing for me, even when I knew it was impossible. “The magic isn’t beyond the mundane. It’s in the mind, thoughts and desires of the mundane.” Kian started shuffling the deck of cards deftly with swift expert hands as if all those cards had an unhealthy affinity to his fingers, his touch… I hugged Kys tighter against my breasts. I licked my lips, my eyes taking in every flex of his fingers, the veins on his arms and his muscles. Squeezing my legs tighter, I tried not to desire beyond the mundane, because I knew magic does not happen to people like me.

My own magic responds, light pulsing beneath my skin in rhythm with my quickening heartbeat. Whatever waits at the ward's edge, I'm drawn to it like a compass needle to true north. And this time, I choose to follow that pull without hesitation, trusting this connection I don't yet understand. The pull grows stronger with each step, drawing me deeper into the wild periphery of the Hidden Bowl. The path narrows, then vanishes altogether, forcing me to navigate through untamed undergrowth that seems to part before me, then close again behind my passing. Magic thickens in the air until I can almost taste it—metallic and sweet, like honeyed lightning on my tongue. I don't know what I'm seeking, b

~ Penny had to be smart about moving through the city. She stuck to roofs, staying out of sight in the morning, picking up her hunt at night, sticking to the shadows. In her pursuit for Sven, Penny followed the tiny residues of shadow magic to the source. Though faint, the trace was the newest lead she had in finding Sven. She followed it to the heart of the city. To the heart of Pentorium. Whomever Penny found would have had contact with the man recently. She stayed in the shadows and waited.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

He hurried himself running after her, calling her name and getting ignored once again. “Deandra waittt! Where are you going?” Mago jumped through the fence. While Deandra kept walking, she wasn’t aware of anything, including a screaming reindeer running behind her, trying to catch up with her. She walked deep inside the unknown area, until the range between the trees were wide. Actually, the surrounding area was like a mirror. The trees were look alike. The snow on the ground and even the pebble was the same. Stopping beside the last visible tree, Deandra raised her hand. She touched the air and ignite a blue fire. The fire grew wider as she raised her hand up high. Blue lightning circled th

The earth below her seemed to fall away as she soared, her magic propelling her forward with an unstoppable force. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat in sync with the rapid thudding of her pulse. She couldn't—wouldn't—lose him. She had to reach him. The forest below became a blur, the trees passing by in a flash of green and brown. Veyra's mind focused solely on one thing: Zarek. The world around her faded as she closed in on him, following the pulse of his energy like a beacon in the darkness. She could feel him, feel his pain, the struggle of his body as he fought to stay alive. The closer she got, the more she could sense the cold magic surrounding him, the oppressive weight of the