Like Like Magic Novels & Stories

" It only takes time before we can understand who and what we are. Magic is not all about rush, it's all about concerntration, focus and a free mind. It's time-steady. So, you don't let the power control you, you control it. " She looked at the rest of the girls. " Okay girls, lesson is over!" She said with a clap.

“But some of them do learn tricks, little bits of magic.” “Wait...So you're telling me that magic is real too?” Maddie's green eyes narrowed. “Yeah,” James said. “But it’s not like flying and throwing lightning bolts at people. It's little things.” “Like what?” She asked. “Like stopping the flow of blood from a wound or making a crop grow in a blight, finding underground water or lost things, folksy stuff like that,” I told her. Suddenly a look of worry crossed her face. “What's the matter?” Shirley asked.

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.

"So, love is like magic, Mommy? It makes everything better?" Tessa nodded, her heart swelling with love for her children. "Yes, my dear. Love is the most powerful magic of all. It gives us strength, courage, and the ability to face even the toughest challenges. Just like Princess Lily, we can conquer any obstacle with love in our hearts." Michael, the quiet one, spoke up, his voice filled with awe. "I want to be like Princess Lily, Mom. I want to be strong and brave, just like you and Dad."

Lex Magic has a pleasant natural smell. It’s a mix of the forest with the woody scent of trees and the sweetness of berries. The smell lingers around the castle and grounds as the High Priestess sets up the wards around the area. I watch as a canopy of light is built in the sky only visible during the night.

"Nice try. You expect me to tell you about mine when you don't want to tell me about yours?" "Yes." "Sorry, Lan. Life doesn't work like that." Amusement seeped into his voice. "Than how does it work?" Eating some pancakes, I began conversationally, "You see, life is like magic." Interest lit his gaze. "Really now?" "Yes. It takes a special kind of effort to harness it, and once you do, it's the most beautiful thing in the world. It's give and take. You give effort and focus to get magic. Contrary to what people belief, It doesn't come free: nothing does."

Eunho asked, “Magic? What’s that?” Yuna answered, “Magic is something that most people wish for. Magic is a supernatural way to solve problems that are impossible to solve. Can you imagine being able to make fire appear with just your thoughts? Wouldn’t that be amazing?” Eunho was amazed by the things that Yuna thought up. He never imagined the possibility.

"Your ascension is very close. We must hurry." When she opened her eyes, gone was the dark blue with a ring of icy blue at the outside edge. Now they were completely white. No color from corner to corner. "Your magic is part of you. It flows in every cell, wraps every muscle, covers every nerve, twines with each organ. Think of your magic as another sense. Just like your taste, touch, sight, sound, and smell, your magic is here to help you navigate the world you live in." I took another deep breath. Sure, easy peasy.

Jane’s POV “What’s the difference?” I asked. From the tone of her voice I could tell that she was going to start preaching to me but I was beyond that. I didn’t want to hear her preachings. “Nothing,” she shrugged while folding her arms. “Magic is not some cool power you can use for an upgrade. It’s more than that. Magic is a lifestyle. With magic you can create and destroy. With magic you can build and take down. Magic can be beautiful and it can be ugly. You don’t want to have magic with an ugly soul. Take it from me, it is never a good sign.”

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.