Romans & histoires Like Like Magic

during first impressions. He studied me for my reaction -and I assume comprehension- while he spoke. “Shine and magic are not the same. A person’s shine is housed in their body’s energy field. The stronger it is, the brighter it glows. It attracts magic to the person like a magnet. Without the shine to hold the magic there, it would simply slip away; leaving only what is around the person at that moment available for use. Since that can often be minimal, we do our best to collect the magic and keep it in our shine for when it is really needed.” “Can you feel it coming and going?” I asked.

She trailed off thinking as she looked from the tiny insects to Lilly’s expectant face, “there are more magical things then them, like your smile, now that is magic.” Lilly tilted her head, “why is my smile more magical than a bug that lights up, or the stars that twinkle in the sky?” Rochelle shook her head slightly, “you have more magic then you know, you make people smile just by being you, laugh because your just being around them makes them feel joy and you steal their power of age away from them, allowing them to feel as if they too are a child, it’s truly magical to see you do that.”

I learned to harness the magic not for personal gain, but for the protection and unity of my pack. The magic I learned from the moon goddess was a breathtaking tapestry of ethereal beauty, a gift bestowed upon me in my dreams. It felt as if the very essence of the moonlight itself had been woven into a shimmering cloak of power, and it was a sight to behold. This magic, it was like a delicate dance of silver threads, each strand glistening with the soft luminescence of moonbeams. Whenever I called upon it, it responded with a graceful, fluid elegance, as if the moonlight had come to life in my very hands.

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

“It is resistant to magic, no matter what you do it won’t budge.” ——— Liking the story please vote, comment and leave a review! Orz!

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

But first, I needed to start with the room. I opened up my magic. I couldn't see my own aura, but I could feel it. I imagined it like a vacuum. I pulled the purple haze in towards me and trying to suck it in my body. Slowly it moved. The magic felt strange. Powerful. This was the magic of a Force of Nature. It was way more than a goddess, like Juno. It had a sweet and bitter taste to it. It felt potent, like eating cheesecake. I pushed past the discomfort. I had to get it out of here.