Made From Magic Novels & Stories

I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials. "We did it..." I whisper, smiling brightly at Lucy. "We summoned items straight from IKEA!" Lucy smiles back. "This only works when you trust the other person entirely—thank you for letting me borrow your powers." "Wait, I can still use magic, right?" Laughter rolls off his tongue. "Yes, I didn't steal your abilities! I only borrowed some energy." "Phew," I giggle. "I don't know what I would do if I lost my magic!"

That thing holds my magic power and not just that, it resonates with me. “What the hell is that?” My voice, full of anger, rumbles low in my throat. How did he play me? How didn’t I sense it until now? “This about those are they don’t hold power themselves. So I designed one just for you.” “Designed? Magic materials can only be made by mages.” I spit. “Stop your lies and tell me who made that thing! I’m going to kill thmw after I kill you.” “I did. There’s nothing those proud scholar mages won’t do for money. Name the right price and they’re groveling at your feet, show them a breath taking design and they’ll sell you their souls.” He chuckles.

"I was hoping you'd be willing to help." "Of course. Whatever you need, genie." She came over and rested her hands on our shoulders. "Tell me." *** The spell Laeddin talked of creating would be used to form a weapon. Complete, the weapon would bind with the user. The materials included the scale of a dragon, the eye of an elf, a piece of unicorn horn, the pinkie finger of a troll, a fairy heart, the essence of a vampire, and the blood of a slaughterer. "Something from each of the seven magics," my mom said, giving me a sideways glance.

They piled up, spilling over each other. “I’ve been practicing,” my mate told me. “Things born of magic like these flowers are the easiest to make disappear. You can make as many as you’d like, and I’ll be able to get rid of all of them.”

He hurriedly added, before I could pick up the hammer. “Even the assistant, I haven't seen their faces. They were always cladded in dark-pure robes from head to toe. When they supplied the magic to us, one would stand at the door, the other will be the one to supply the magic according to the amount we paid.” He explained. “And how do you get the magic in you? Does it come as a substance or what?” Dimitri asked this time. “In a purple smoke. If you purchase little, you'll be absorbed in small purple smoke. If you purchase many, the larger the smoke. The smoke appears from a seed they drop on the ground.” He revealed.

It is true that your magic can become stronger because it also grows up, you have to be careful with that and practice well. ‘I want it!’ Esmee said firmly. She looked up at Rodolf. He smiled, softened by her enthusiasm. And also nodded. ‘Tha an draoidheachd air a dhéanamh, (this magic is done). Fás le gliocas agus a chéile, (grown through growth and each other) Gun chunnart a bhith ga chall, (without risk of losing it) An urrain dhut do ghaol a thaghadh,

"Tell me about this lingerie you've been hiding from me." I giggle, "Well, the corset laces up the back and it's made of lace. Entirely see through." He groans, "See through, huh?" "Mmmhmmm and the panties are made of see through lace as well." He gulps loudly. "Is that so?" "Yep." I say popping the p, "But you see they are magic panties." He cuts me off before I can explain, "Magic, magic panties? How? How are they magic?" He's fumbling with the room key and I almost feel bad for getting him this worked up already. Almost.

"Creation magic? Sassy killed himself. He used blood magic." Trill wrinkled her nose. "You witches call it that." She touched one fingertip to the stone before dropping her hand again. "To the maji, using our blood is the purest form of creation, the very source of all energy, of life itself." She fixed me with her brown eyes. "And if you're going to be of any use to us at this point, you're going to have to use it too." ***

I inquired hugging Grandma, trying to coax her. Grandma looked at me and sighed, shaking her head. "The more power you possess, the more your possibilities are. For women… magic can work as your best beauty product. You can also stretch the natural abilities of your body… like strength, speed, agility, or mind… like memory, focus, perceptivity…" "Wow! So magic can make me a superhuman or a genius?!" I got overly excited. "No. That kind of magic works only temporarily, and it is exhausting to use it often. There is always a price to pay… So do not overuse it!" she advised me.

The coffee in my hand was long forgotten when Zeke tapped the page, right where the word ‘Conjuration’ sat in bold, blood-red letters. “There are only seven types of magic, though. That’s all Cordelia and Rowena said existed.” I shook my head in denial, but the words were printed right in front of my face. Zeke bit down on his lower lip, his expression morphing into what I liked to call his ‘thinking face.’