Last Days Of Magic Novels & Stories

They arrived at the outer path of the estate, where a silver-haired man stood waiting. “Hello, Missy,” Caleb grinned. “How are we feeling?” “I’m... well,” Jo replied, a little surprised. “You’re dragging a recovering person into the cold?” she quipped. “Big, bad Alpha King,” Caleb muttered, feigning outrage. Jo laughed. Dante didn’t. “Is it ready?” Dante asked flatly. “Aye, My King. Just straight ahead,” Caleb said, dramatically bowing. “Remember, the magic expires at midnight, then it’s back to rags and pumpkins.”

As the candles I set up went out again and again, the passion inside of me died as well. Then, my phone, which had been quiet for so long, started to ring. I picked it up. "I gave Kat the spot for this year's retreat that’s meant for a family member. If you want anything, call my assistant. And I won't be home tonight. Kat just moved into her new place, and she's having a hard time settling in..." I looked at the cake on the table that was meant for our anniversary. The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke.

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

Your love means nothing to me anymore. "But—" "What could you possibly say? I only have two months left." I tipped my head and smiled. "Johan, didn't you say you were tired of me? Perfect. I only have two months left to live." Once I was dead, he wouldn't have to see me anymore. Johan's eyes reddened. I closed mine and leaned back as the rocking chair gently swayed, letting the pain swallow every sense. There was no cure. No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die.

“But not something I regret.” Lucien’s jaw tightens. “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I have.” Thunder rolls in the distance. Real thunder this time. Not summoned. Not manipulated. Just weather doing what weather has always done. The world continuing. I stand and offer her my hand. She takes it without hesitation, fingers curling around mine like she’s anchoring herself to something solid. As I pull her to her feet, the residual magic beneath us finally fades. The last glow extinguishes, leaving only stone and sky and the fragile promise of tomorrow.

That was so weird… “How come?” I failed to stop my mouth from speaking even before the words automatically just escaped from my mouth, “I am so sorry for interrupting but it was just so unexpected! Like, we are literally in the climax now and then you will tell me, we are at the end of the story now?!” “Unfortunately…” he sighed deeply once again, “yes…” “That’s so sad…” I told him while I was pouting.. “The magic has already ended even before the music started and it was all because of the traumas of the past.” He explained with a deeper voice, his smile had now fully faded.

Snarls and cries fill the chamber, mingling with the final desperate blasts of magic from the elders, who refuse to fall without one last violent attempt at resistance. My magic pulses with every beat of my heart, a relentless rhythm of fierce control and agonizing resolve. I feel every struggle, every moment of defiance as the elders are overwhelmed, their magic finally faltering beneath the relentless onslaught. One by one, their resistance is extinguished, their bodies collapsing lifelessly to the floor as their magic dissipates into nothingness. The violent chaos finally stills, the chamber descending into an eerie, terrible silence. My magic releases its hold, collapsing away like a rec

Now that the Mother Tree was dying, they were all returning to what they once were. Prince Ludiciel nodded grimly. “I can feel my magic rapidly draining. We all can. This isn't something that can be stopped by creating distance. No matter where we go, once the magic runs out of our veins, we will change.” The twins clung to each other, their small hands intertwined. They looked toward the castle grounds. “We hope Big brother and Ron are alright.” they whispered. “You should all leave,” the Queen Mother said, wiping a tear as she turned to the humans. “This is our fate. You shouldn't have to witness this.”

I’m not sure I want to know why you’re laughing. “After thoroughly researching everything with Lady Monica’s assistance in the lower Mage Study, the last great Mage that was recorded to have Death magic lived over three hundred years ago in the Southern Province.” I flinched at his words. Oh no. Quickly, I looked down at the ground as he spoke. That’s why he gave me the jewel...

I interrupted softly, “I just want to enjoy these last few hours I have with him.” Her expression fell immediately because she understood exactly what I meant. Because deep down, I already felt it. Things between me and Zaire were about to change forever. And there was a very real chance that after tonight, I would lose him completely. Maggie reached across the table again and squeezed my hand tightly. “No matter what happens,” she said gently, “you still have people who love you.” I nodded slowly, but my chest still ached. Because the only person I wanted was him.