In Pursuit Of Magic Novels & Stories

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Zander looks at Camille shocked; unsure what to do as Willow moves forward and takes Camille’s head in her hands. “Stragulum scutum mentis et magia, donec mens est libratum iterum,” she mutters repeatedly, Camille screaming as she tries to escape Willow’s grasp, feeling her magic disappear as Alaric drops to the floor almost gracefully. Willow steps back, Camille staring at her. “What did you do? Where did my magic go? You stole my magic!” She screams and lunges forward to grab Willow again, stopped by Zander who moves in front of her as a sort of human shield.

~*~ As the moonlight rose over the marshland of Hémira, the fog began to disperse and reveal the dark empty wetland, sprawling endlessly again. "Where are we going to find him?" Cassandra spoke in despair as the full impact of her situation hit her. Vasilisa was flipping through her grimoire. She still couldn't see what was written on the pages, but she knew what she needed to find. Once she did, she turned to Cassandra. "I need you to decipher this page for me," she said. Cassandra looked up at the sorceress with surprise. She also wondered where the sorceress had kept the grimoire, she must have some sort of a magical pocket or something.

Headmaster instructed. Without any complaint, Earth followed the instructions and once it was done he looked at the headmaster and waited for the next step. “Do you see the hole in the middle of this door? Insert your hand while holding your pouch” the headmaster continues. Just like before, Earth followed obediently. After he inserted his hand inside the hole, the pouch magically disappeared in his hand as he no longer felt the soft fabric. Instead, he felt something wrapped in his wrist. He tried to pull out his hand but to no avail. The next thing that happened was that he felt a pull and came needles puncturing his arms. It felt like dozens of ants biting him. He felt uncomfortable as he

"As of this moment, all boons are forfeit." The parchment burst into flames, turning to ash. At that exact moment, far away in Silver Moon territory, the wards began to crumble. Every single one tied to my blood. I turned and walked toward a teleportation circle deep in the forest. My destination: Evernight City. The largest neutral magic city in the north. A crossroads for humans and supernaturals alike. I owned an apartment here, bought a decade ago under a false identity. The moment I arrived, my comm crystal started flashing frantically.

He barely dodged, his body twisting midair as he landed on his feet, teeth bared in a feral snarl. Damon fired his gun. The shot echoed through the mountains— And did nothing. The bullet passed through the nearest figure like mist, dispersing the shadows before they reformed, untouched. My heart slammed against my ribs. The Hunt wasn’t just hunting. They were pulling me in. I kicked at the chain, but it held fast, cold and alive, pulsing against my skin. It wasn’t just metal—it was binding magic, latching onto something deeper than flesh. A claim.

When I finally released the magic, I felt it spread out from my position like ripples in a pond, searching for any trace of my sister's essence. What it found made my blood run cold. The magic pulled me north, toward the outskirts of the city where the urban sprawl gave way to dense forest. I followed its guidance like a woman possessed, my feet carrying me over rough terrain and through thick underbrush as the sun began to set. And then I found her. Or rather, I found what was left of her. The tracking spell had led me to a small clearing where the ground was scorched black in a rough circle about six feet across. At the center of the burned earth was a pile of ash and charred bone fragment

Kate wanted children, she really wished for a child and time seemed right to have a child since they both are well settled in their career and having a pretty decent and happy life. Things change, love change and priorities change when people change. The once happy couple were finding it hard to find happiness in their life with both being busy in their respective lives. What will happen next when they don't want, what they once wished for? Will their love be enough for them to stay loyal to their relationship or will they find solace in this forbidden pursuit....

She chose not to tell him about Nomar and her mission here. When Beatrice finally spoke, everything came tumbling out. She told him of the book in the antique bookstore where she worked and about how she had read the spell that transported her here. She told him that since then, ske believed that magic existed. She also told him that the first time she had gone to the lake, as she put her feet into the water, she had gained some of the memories of Beatrice.

“None” They had paused on the search for Islandia, it was the only closest lead they had to actually finding the heart of magic and now they felt like they were at dead ends with no leads whatsoever. Dragomir had begun to turn desperate and every day that turned into the night without them getting any closer to a breakthrough broke him even further. Raisel could not bear seeing him lose his hope every day. He was more driven to find the heart of magic after Esmeray’s death. Not being closer to doing so tore at his heart.