Land Of Magic Novels & Stories

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?!

THE MAGIC KINGDOM Far away, beyond a dense forest and across an island near New York City, lies a hidden, magical realm. This enchanted place is home to a unique community of hybrids-beings born with extraordinary powers. Known as the Magic Kingdom, it is a land where wonder and power intertwine. At its heart stands the majestic Magic Palace, a symbol of the kingdom's strength and the home of its rulers.

Others held strange symbols and depictions of celestial beings I couldn’t name. The air smelled of time. Loria moved to the center of the hall and turned in a slow circle. “It’s still solid,” she said, running her hand over a nearby wall. “Nothing dangerous. Just untouched.” “No signs of magic?” She shook her head. “None. Not even traces.” “Zyan says the same. This land’s never been marked. It’s… virgin.” Loria let out a breath that was part awe, part disbelief. “Then we get to be the first.”

Follow Xavier and Erica’s youngest daughter Valerie Ravenwood’s story in The Last Dragon’s Mage Synopsis: [Book 3 in Mage's Mate series, can be read as a stand-alone or as a part of the series] Valerie Ravenwood, the youngest daughter of Erica and Xavier Ravenwood has led an inferior life for the past 18 years what with being a wolfless and a namesake mage. Desperate to prove her worth, she runs away from home after being denied to join the Medeis Challenge, an annual competition held exclusively for mages, and judged by dragons. She follows her elder sister, who has been chosen to take part in the aforementioned competition but manages to lose her way and stumbles, literally, into the terri

Bloodline magic, old, ancient, hierarchical, it slammed violently into me with something quieter but deeper, woven directly into the land’s memory. I dropped to one knee, breath tearing from my lungs. “Juliette!” Liora shouted. The Warrior wrapped around my consciousness, anchoring me. “ Do not resist Juliette,” he whispered. “Listen.” I pressed my palm to the earth, closing my eyes ss i focused. And the land spoke, not in words though, no, in impressions. Rowan standing alone at the heartstone, issuing commands the land obeyed but never loved. Another figure beside him, quieter, steady, hands in the soil, listening instead of commanding.

They didn’t wear gold embroidery like Nicolais and I did, but there were no holes in their garments, and everything seemed relatively new. Past the village, more fields spread out, and Nicolais described—both in words and gestures—how the land was cultivated almost constantly. They rotated the crops so the soil wouldn’t be depleted. They used all the harvests themselves and sold the surplus at markets. Only a small percentage was exported to other countries. “How much of this is magic?” I asked. “Almost none,” he explained. “Only the nobility have magic and can use it to its full extent. Farmers and workers don’t have much, but they can use a little to conjure fire, water, wind, or help the

The forest was also futher divided into two major parts—the land of comfort and the land of pride. The land of comfort is simply as it is named a portion of the Nobliss forest filled with mostly vegetation and barely any beasts drift into the area which was quite magical considering how well-endowed the area was. The land of pride was the center of all creations, filled with both vegetation and beasts but mostly beasts.

I tip-toe and take it out. I look around and finally settle down on a short ladder, which I hadn’t noticed before and open the book. I skim through and to my dismay, find nothing. “Not a single mention,” I mutter under my breath. I shouldn’t have expected to find much. I take a deep breath and begin to peruse again. All the books have little to no mention of mages. Not a lot of things have been written. ‘As if they will keep a record of a monster,’ Ruelle sneers suddenly, irked. I let out a heavy sigh.

Shielding me with his forearm, from another that whipped back after Magus passed it. “Gallions Land.” Magus said over his shoulder. Uttering the name as if it was something sacred. “No one has taken it over?” Hawk asked. “They’re all afraid to. No one knows what Gallions do or don’t remain.” “Do you?” Hawk asked. Magus stiffened and came to a dead halt. “I know of one for sure.” I sensed that Hawk wanted to ask who, but Magus’ clear discomfort kept him from asking the question.

“This place is called the Rune Land.” The Ancestral Talisman Master walked ahead and explained, “The Rune Land is a magical place that appeared when heaven and earth were formed. This place contains mysterious runes that record the various Paths throughout the universe. You can find runes related to any kind of Path here. Surprised, James asked, “Is it really that amazing?” The Ancestral Talisman Master nodded and said, “Of course. The Rune Land is known as one of the Twelfth Universe’s Ten Holy Lands. It’s not given the title for nothing.”