Iron And Magic Novels & Stories

I placed my hand directly over the marked boundary lines, the star-silver on my arm flaring with a majestic violet light that cast a deep glow over the parchment. "Let them march," I said, my voice amplified by the quiet magic humming in my blood. The entire hall fell dead silent, hanging onto every word. "Their Peacekeepers rely on Null-Iron armor to strip your shifting abilities and dampen your magic. But the star-silver we discovered in the deep mines beneath the Abyss does the exact opposite. It is a perfect conductor. It amplifies magic and shatters their anti-magic defenses upon physical contact."

"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.

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?!

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

To be a slave, to be caged in this palace forever. The Kingdom of Eravia is where the mages rule. It was where my mother lived throughout her life. She was also one of those less fortunate people who was born as a slave, but not as unfortunate as the commoners, for she was a royal entertainer with imperial privileges. But to me, it wasn't privileges. All those years, I couldn't bring myself to enjoy whatever the palace could offer me. It felt as though I was always chained, someone who couldn't bend any orders from those in power.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

It was then I noticed that I was shackled to the cold wooden chair I was sitting in. There was some slack to my chains, enough so I could reach up and cradle my aching head. I hissed when my fingers crossed the large goose egg that was swelling at my temple. My hands traveled down to my neck, a thick choker was locked securely around my neck and it burned when my fingers touched it. I recognized this sensation. It was silver. Silver had always been some strange weakness of mine. Whenever I tried to wear silver in the past, it had always burned. Also, it suppressed my magical abilities.

Steven told her to look in the paid books as well if she saw any that interested her and since Carol had left her some money she nodded and decided to look without worrying about the money because Carol had told her that she would be able to resell her magic pills. She easily found the books she was looking for, there was one on all the level 1 magic herbs with sketches and their characteristics, another one that explained in detail every step of making magic pills and tips on how to avoid failing. There was another one that gave the formulas of all the level 1 magic pills and there were 20 of them, and finally she found one about the 8 flames and what a mage could expect to accomplish when

She rolls her eyes and says, “Are you listening to me, Lisha? I already told you someone has bound what little magic you had.” “Can't you break the spell?” She shakes her head, “No, I have already tried. Whoever did this to you is powerful.” I rub my temples, the only person who would have gotten close enough to me to do this was Allana. I take a deep breath and ask, “Is there anything that can hurt a Fae?” Jasmine smiles at me as she says, “Iron will drain a Fae’s magic, and a weapon made from iron will kill them, but you can't touch it as it will weaken you.”

She's a bestseller, especially this masterpiece, this one where she, Maiden, transmigrated right now the "Elementals: Burning Metal" She remembered that this story revolves around the feud between kingdoms or Houses. Their feuds began when the west House Zirec began monopolizing the ingredients in forming the strongest metal, Zoiden. Zoiden, as the strongest metal, is used to make different battle equipment such as swords, shields, etc. The house of the north--- House Minders, as a mining kingdom, supplies the raw materials to House Zirec, and that in hand concludes that House Minder's involvement in the Monopoly. The house in the East and South, which is House Edame-- where Pheia lives, and