Mad Hatter Magic Novels & Stories

“There's nothing to laugh about, it's a known fact, the bracelet only shines when it is on vampires, this has been established centuries aback.” “I think you are a cuckoo lady, but since you know so much about the bond bracelet, can you help get it off me?” “It is bound on you by magic and only magic can unbind it, I'm a mindreader, reading minds is all I do.” Mrs Haughter said.

she said in a crackly voice He pressed his hands unto hers as if giving her the guarantee that everything will be alright. The horse slightly galloped when the iron gate suddenly opened. "Are we not supposed to get off," she asked innocently. "Don't tire yourself thinking, just enjoy yourself," he patted her hands. They started running again soon as they entered. "Oh I see, so the gate is way far from the castle its self," she said at the back of her mind. "Wow!" She exclaimed with eyes wide open while she was pointing at huge flowers with huge butterflies around. And before she knew it, they were running under bright huge luminous mushrooms in different colors. Her heart can't contain the b

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

When her mother told her about Shah Zain, she never thought of it that he can do this. Mrs. Nimra kept talking about Shah Zain during the whole time when she spent with her. In just one day, don't know what magic he spelled on her, Minal was pondering about it. But for her, it was enough that her mother forgive her. And about the rest, she doesn't want to think about. After coming to her room, she put her shawl aside and moved toward the wardrobe. She was intended to change her dress. As she was taking out a dress for herself, a file fell down on the floor because of her touching it.

“So you’re doing this because of the Moonfire?” “Partly,” Hattie answered. “Moonfire isn’t just rare. It nullifies a witch’s power. When Moonfire is present, our spells collapse, as if the threads of our magic unravel in its light. It can dispel illusions, break through wards, even strip power from hexes already laid. Most magic bends or recoils away from it instinctively, like animals from fire. That’s why it is the key to defeating Morgana.”

Annette gasped and pulled her hand back as if burned. “Teggãm,” she whispered, voice trembling, “I suspect black magic. The hüdda kind.” Hugh’s eyes widened, disbelief twisting his face. “ Do you hear yourself, Annette? That’s forbidden in our pack. No one has dared touch the hüdda for centuries!” Annette’s lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s only one way to be certain. I’ll need horsetail, bergamot root, and the essence of our Alpha’s wolf, along with his blood.”

The scent of burnt herbs and blood hung thick in the air. Mira dropped the maid’s body on the rotting wooden doorstep. Her lips curled into a cold smile. "Wake up, old witch," she hissed. The door creaked open on its own. Inside, the hut was dim and warm, lit only by flickering red candles. Jars of unspeakable things lined the shelves. Eyes suspended in amber liquid, bones wrapped in twine, powders that shimmered and sighed. And there, hunched over a cauldron, stood the mage.

Marvis finally pulled away and stepped back. Clenching her fists, Natalia walked up to the third platform and lay on it. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes. Madaline’s song rang in her ears as she slowly released all her mana. It was an enormous amount that was enough to sweep the entire hollow away but Madaline’s song kept them grounded. Her appearance rapidly changed and the magic circle activated, a black smudge slowly climbing up the platforms. The smudge climbed up to cover them both, covering their faces last. Marvis looked at her and saw the single tear trickling down her eyes. He transformed, trying to make his way to her but he could never make it. As soon as her face was complete

Madeline joked before she tilted her head as an idea popped on her head. "You know, that's the problem of guys like you. You always need stimulation to do something. Now, what I am going to do is pick a few people from here and separate the limbs of their bodies one at a time. It would be a little bit messy, but what can I do about it? I have given you a chance. Either you lick this blood over here, or I start my pleasurable game," Madeline said as she raised a few people in the sky through her magic, her warning crystal clear to everyone. Rotating her palms, she looked at Christopher, who looked on the verge of losing his act.

I hadn’t heard a word she said. “I said, what do you want from this ritual?” she repeated. “What do you mean? Bring him back so I can talk to him. He needs to let Mason go,” I responded. “How romantic!” Madame Long rolled her enormous eyes. “We’re about to perform mighty ancient magic for a lover’s quarrel. It’s an insult to all magic users around the world.” The witch standing before me wasn’t any less complicated than spirits. She just had to make sarcastic remarks, regardless of the situation.