Like Like Magic Novels & Stories

Irina was amazed, looking at her dress. “Let me see your bleeding hands.” Lucas closed the gap between them. He didn’t need to do anything with her face as the slapping mark had already gone. “Wow…” Irina impressed, looking at her clean hands. “I’m healed.” Smiling weakly, Lucas didn’t dare telling her that her wound healed itself and he did nothing about it but cleaned the blood stain. “I knew it.” Irina exclaimed. “Magic is amazing thing.” Lucas smile turned weaker. “Speaking of magic, why don’t you or Master Nieal scare of me? Why not have me burnt like stories I heard about magic users?”

a petite girl with a mop of hair on her head began, “then why are we always told to build up our reia. If the amount of reia is not important, why take our time on it instead of just focusing on our will?” “That’s a good question. Let’s see if any of your mates have the answer.” Tillaman turned to the rest of the class. “Anybody? … Nobody? So nobody.” He turned back to her. “You will be taught this is in your reiaology class, but for the sake of posterity, I’ll give you an answer. Magic as a whole demands reia. Linking with a piece of rock may require nothing but a sliver of reia, but what if you want to lift a table? Or a boulder?” He shrugged, nonchalant. “What if you want to lift a castle

it by any magic they had used. None a spell or a magic song. After this failure, she asked, and they allowed her to stay with them for a while. They taught her simple spells and how to use the herbs' power to get their benefits. As well as ways to develop the power of her mind. But she would never become a witch. According to them, "You are born a witch. You do not become one. It must flow in your veins. " It was then that Aida asked a fortune teller to tell her everything about the gem and where it could be found.

He acted way older than he "So magic is back on." Luther stated. "So what can I do for you since you've seemed to take it upon yourself to come into places you aren't welcome." Luther said with annoyance in his voice. "Actually Magic isn't on. Mazaya just gave me enough magic where I wasnt effected but I need help finding her." I said with more confidence than I felt right

Their magic almost killed them. Lollaine, laughed boisterously in devilish manner seeing the the fall of the three kings. Replacuum a magic that trasport the caster to the enemies position so as the enemies to the caster position. A very helpful magic in dangerous need. Lollaine floated down on the ground ten feet away from the three kings. She looked at them with a teasing smirk on her face. "How does it feel to be the one struck by owns magic?" Her voice billows mockingly.

Only through the shift of invisible energy. She nodded and smiled. ‘That's how magic is. Invisible, present, and usable for some. It is a form of energy that you cannot see or touch, ‘he further explained. ‘Well, the latter is not entirely true,’ he corrected himself, ‘you can get pretty hit by magic. Literally and figuratively.’ Maddie laughed at that imagery. He could feel her relax again as he tuned in to her. ‘That's the longest story you've ever told in succession,’ said Maddie, and it sounded a little teasing.

"Do you remember what I said about magic?" "All of it." "That's my happy place." My ears feel hot and I want to shut up, but Emma feels... safe. She might understand. "I like to imagine the big magics, no doubt- the wolf women sprinting under the moon, the witches casting spells and curses- but my favorites are the little magics. The boy in the playground getting the courage to stand up to his bully, the woman having a healthy child, unexpected discoveries. Their stories are my happy place." I smile wistfully, recalling the countless hours I spent playing the world's adventures in my head. "They live happily even when I can't. The world keeps spinning, and I'm okay with that."

Somewhere nearby, Liora moves quietly among her herbs, the subtle rustle of leaves marking her passage. "Now," Rain says after what might be minutes or hours, his voice dropping even lower, "visualize your magic. Not as something separate from yourself, but as an extension of your being. Like blood flowing through veins. Like breath filling lungs." The image comes easily—blue-white light coursing through me like luminous blood, pulsing with each heartbeat. I see it flowing from my core outward, reaching fingertips and toes, illuminating me from within.

"What?" "I said, are you ready for your magic lesson? Or are you too busy daydreaming about a certain alpha?" His eyes danced with mischief. Heat flooded my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure you don't. Come on, I've got something to show you." The garage was Theo's domain—half workshop, half organized chaos. He'd set up a workbench covered in wires, tools, and what looked like crystals. "Magic is like mechanics," he explained, holding up a circuit board. "It needs a path, a channel. Right now, your magic is like this." He flipped a switch and sparks flew everywhere. "Uncontrolled. Dangerous."

Feels like an eternal life but actually didn’t. Magic is the illusion of power. You need mana that come from natural resources to perform magic. Some people used magic stones that can be found by mining in this world, as they used magic or the blood is covered by the magic stones. It's still complicated for Elise because she does not have books to read about magic and magic stones. That's why the mana of a magician is limited. they can die of exhaustion. But some people have higher mana installed in their body.