Last Days Of Magic Novels & Stories

She didn't finish because the ground began to shake and a large crack split the land in two. I tripped over some rocks. Cindy grabbed me and moved me out of the way as the crack widened, swallowing the ground where my feet had been moments ago. "What's happening?" Fear raced along my spine. "Without the heart," Cindy said, pushing some wayward strands out of her face as the wind picked up. "The magic within the realm is failing." She sniffled. "Polonias cannot survive. The entire realm will crumble into nothingness and everything and everyone within will perish." Dirt whipped against my skin and into my eyes and mouth as she spoke.

he said. "If you ever," I slashed at the border again, sending waves of magic in a rainbow of colors cascading across it, sparks escaping to hiss on the grass by the side of the road, "ever," this time I sent a rumble of earth magic through the ground under his feet, making him stumble, "ever," a tornado of power whirled around him and his people, jerking on their hair and precious suits, stirring enough dust to make them choke, "try something like this again," the sky darkened overhead as the heavy clouds answered my call, a rumble of thunder echoing in the night, "I promise you, it will be the last time."

I wish I could look to see if they were pulling people free, but my world was still dark. Darkness had long taken over the clearing in my mind. I was down to the tiny flickering flame of my magic. Everything else was gone. I pushed the last bit I had to my magic, causing the flame to flare a little. I had hoped to see my wolves still curled around the pot, but there was nothing. My wolves had faded completely. Erubus and Loki were gone too. Even the flowerpot was gone. I felt my consciousness fade, and I knew I was dying as well. Hold the shield. Give them as much time as they could go free the ones trapped. I collapsed against the ground, hand outstretched to the flame, and I said my goodby

In an instant, it vanished from its pedestal, leaving only an empty space where it once rested. As his life slipped away, Magnus’s gaze never wavered from Isolde. He knew the danger she posed, the perilous path she was set upon. With his last breath, he hoped that somehow, someone would uncover the truth he had glimpsed, for the sake of the coven and the magical world itself. And then, with a final, feeble exhale, Magnus succumbed to the darkness that closed in around him, leaving only silence in his wake.

“Kennedy’s passage. Go now.” “I’m not—” “Isabella.” I looked at her. The reversal was still running through me, still requiring everything I had to hold. My vision was doing things I wasn’t going to describe. “The palace is coming down. You need to be out of it before it does.” I held her eyes. “Go.” “You’re coming,” she said. “Yes,” I said. The Ancient Lycan screamed. The last rune on his body went out. The ceiling shed another section of stone and the chamber filled with dust and the pale light that had been his — the sickly pulsing light of a thousand years of dark magic — went completely, finally dark.

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

With the disappearance of the magic, I feel a sudden heaviness in my limbs that I haven’t felt since yesterday. It would seem that the forest’s magic grace period is up. And Victor and I are again on borrowed time.

As I watched the spirit of my mom vanish in mist and smoke, carried from the room by a gust of wind that seemed to emerge from nowhere and everywhere all at once, my heart and head felt a million times lighter. Cordelia closed her eyes and whispered, “I release you to the other side…may you find happiness and peace until the ones you love are called home.” And one by one the candles went out. One last breeze carried the echo of her voice, an echo no one else seemed to hear. ‘Lola, be warned…the kind of magic you have, it hasn’t been seen for a long time. They will want it…’ Seconds passed in utter silence. I barely noticed when Rowena stood and glided towards the curtains, tugging them open

Max shrugged when said, “Because he is a strong man. That's it.” “Sir Grande, does her graveyard still faraway?” The old man raising his brow when heard her cold voice. He wondered why, “No, we almost there.” But, before she can answer, the ground was shaking. It was so weak. However, Cecilia reflexively take a step back until bumped into her confused fiancé. “Chili, what happened?” Derek smirked. His wrinkled face look so terrifying, “My, you have a good sense, Kitten. How could you know that this magic's effect will wear out? Hmm, I like you already.”

" Not a reply. Tears block my eyes. Gideon closes his hands, his face too blank. And I know at that point. He's not in control. Orlov comes forward. Will we be able to finish this? I am not able to breathe. Lucas isn't walking. Gideon is missing. And I—I am powerless. Orlov raises his hand—magic crackling at his fingertips—suspenseful twist at the end. I fight harder; my body cries to get going. He grins. "Goodbye, Elarata." The magic flames: a flash of blindness from light. I get pain exploding through me. I fell. I see darkness swallowing my sight. And the last I hear is Lucas's shouting of my name.