Iron And Magic Novels & Stories

"I don't know, he wanted someone with amber eyes" Why specifically amber? "He was looking for the leader" Jack nods and walks towards us, leaving just the cell door between us, he grabs the iron bars and yelps, shaking his hands out as the smell of burnt flesh fills the room, which was odd. Silver affected wolves and hybrids, witches needed a spell to hold them, vampires could be slowed by silver but iron, I had never heard of iron hurting anyone and definitely not humans. “What was that?” He asks curiously, “Why did it burn my hands?”

“Until she accepts who she is and accepts the magic within her, there is nothing I can do. There is something else there, something impossible to reveal. She must unlock it herself.” Alaric walks over and glances down at them both, confused. “Isn’t there a spell or something you can do to force her to accept who she is?” Alaric knows that the longer she goes on believing this is just a fantasy, the more at risk she is. “No, I’m afraid I can’t. Using magic to tamper with someone's mind in that way is forbidden, and there is no guarantee it will work. She has to believe it; she has to feel it.”

“It says here: ‘Pure or half-fae, also sometimes known as sylphidae, are born masters of elemental magic and as such are very powerful. All fae can be capricious and are prone to fits of extreme temper’—.” I snort. “I could have told you that.” Sean looks at me. “Are you done?” “What? Just agreeing, as the only experienced target of elemental faery magic. So go on already.” “—'though sometimes they are generous with blessings, often the exchanges required for such gifts mask a hidden agenda and are complicated by unexpected consequences as a product of the imprecise nature of elemental magic. They’re harmed by iron. Specifically, it binds their magic, preventing them from manifesting it. Phy

Living amongst the people for the last two hundred years he watched them evolve,but one thing was still the same,'money equalled power. Although he was a gifted wizzard,he could not manifest money and now he was low on precious money. He didn't want to go back into the ways of tricking people into giving him money. Although he knew that hypothetically, he was tricking Gregory for double of what he had initially asked. He often thought about it but always decided against it. He would have only used his magic when needed. As he stayed amongst the human beings,day by day his magic would start to fade and Oz knew that oneday when that happens,he would finally settle down,age and die like one of

responded Errant. Astasha's mind flew through every possibility she could think of, everything she had studied, every whisper of magic she had heard. Finally, something came to her mind; A magic she had once read about in an ancient and faded book she had discovered tucked amongst the numerous others regarding sorcery that had been left to her by her grandmother. She knew the laws surrounding it, and therefore, knew it wouldn't be favorable with Errant. But despite the limited information provided in the pages, she knew the concept behind it could work.

Scene 1: The Summoning A deep rumble vibrated through the ground, nearly toppling Iris where she stood. The air itself thickened, humming with ancient energy. Golden light blazed from beneath the grass, forming a massive circle of intertwined runes. Silver glyphs swirled around black ones, like a dance of opposites. Aiden unsheathed his blade. “What the hell is this?” “I… don’t know.” Iris took a step back. The magic felt primordial, alive in a way no god’s power ever had.

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

He checked the magic with a short small spell and the magic was mostly there save for the amount he used the night before to save his life. “If you’re worried about your big Spell Node, I didn’t use that one. I used the rock carving.” “Oh, good choice. Rock lets magic flow better than wood. It’s easier.” “How do you feel?” Cain asked as Oren took the tin cup from him. “I’m getting there. I’m not myself yet. Everything still hurts.” He sipped the coffee. “Good enough to travel?” Isiah asked. “I think I will be.” Oren said. “Is the snow from the blizzard deep?”

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.