Like Like Magic Novels & Stories

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

"It's like a map. It can track down almost anything. It won't give us an exact location, but it will give a broad spectrum, and then Drabek can help narrow it down. That is as long as it shows me what I want," "You talk as if the thing is alive," Lir said. "It's made from old magic and is a part of me. It is as alive as all of us." He paused, looking at Lir and Kier. "Well, maybe not all of us," He mused, letting out a deep chuckle.

“Feeling for its resonance. Magic, technically.” “Metal is magic?” “No, not on its own, but it holds magic in different volumes depending on the chemical makeup. It’s like… teeny-tiny, damn near microscopic traces of our world's magic trapped within, and people like me can draw it out and manipulate it.” “But you don’t like tin, huh?”

But I didn't like the idea. Could my magic do more? I wanted to believe the answer was yes. If I learned to control it. Make it do what I want. Magic, like the swords, was a tool, one I was learning to use. As I headed down the expansive corridor, I decided I would do better.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

I just wish I understood the magic better. ***“Don’t overthink it, Little One. You do understand the magic. You understand it enough to work with it, not fight it. You respect what magic can do and what it cannot. You understand it is to be worked with, not commanded.”*** Osiston is always in teaching mode.

"...Ah! It's possible that the magic in your body has finally been rejected!" Seeing my confusion, he immediately explained, "Magic is similar to blood; it is not universal to everyone. If the magic in your body does not match your own, it will dissipate over time. That must be the reason. ...In other words, my magic cannot be used in Inette's body?!

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?!

"I did not talk about magic, and it is not magic that I am talking about, it's zest." "And how is zest different from magic?" asked Marco. Ligaya, who lacked emotions, looked at him as if for the first time. She could not believe he or they did not know what the difference was between the two. Of course, who would anyway? These two words were synonymous to each other according to the dictionary. "Magic is the feeling you get from caring for someone, zest is the strength you get from understanding and enduring the lessons it gives you. It's the same thing as comparing an illusion to something that's real. It is also something that my realm only has."

She laughs a little before calming down and looking at me. "We don't use tech when we have magic. Technology is easily hacked, tracked but magic... magic works faster and it can only be tracked by the very best and let us be honest, the best magic doers are the ones being hunted." The girl says to me. I hear hearts beating and my ears perk up. Three hearts, three trees and I am pulled towards them by a force I can't see, walking closer to them, I feel a surge of power pass through me. It felt like it was giving me some right of passage or clearance. My insides felt wiped clean, like I was just washed anew and life could begin with a clean slate. I feel my eyes pool with tears from the weird