Made From Magic Novels & Stories

“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!

“Are you saying that…” Dio smiled when he noticed that they were thinking about the same thing. “Yes, Sister. If you pull this off, you will be someone whose name is written down in history.” Mika smiled at the idea and pulled out her pen and paper from her space ring. She started writing down magic formulas and solving them to create a new spell. Enchantment was a phenomenon between alchemy and magic since it was like a mixture of the two. Using magic was simply making use of the mana inside one’s core but enchantments used formulas to integrate spells and embed them to a nonliving object, just like how alchemy works in potion-making.

I say. He does as I command and hand it to me. I wrap the shirt around the doorknob and try to push the door open, but it’s not budging. “Stand back,” Zael says, and it’s my turn to obey an order. He leans back and kicks the door. It rattles in its frame but doesn’t break. “God, what is it made from?” “Just wood, but it’s been reinforced with magic.” “Can you break the spell?”

Arriving at the workshop, everyone glanced at the many abandoned artifacts… "Amazing, so many pieces of advanced magic technology…" said Natalia. "Magic technology?" asked Chaos curiously. "Oh, have you not been introduced to such a concept, my lord? Well, you see… Most of the highly advanced magic stuff and items are made through the scient called Magic Technology. It also combines Alchemy with advanced technology created using both magic and the phenomenon of the entire world and universe, often named physic laws," said Natalia.

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell - Walter Scott _______________ Magic made my nose itch. The green, brown herbal powder was charged with it when Sara had finished working the spell. I never thought magic would’ve been so tangible before today. In all of Balric’s memories of it, I had never remembered such a feeling. It chilled me to the bone or maybe that came from sitting in the wet earth, surrounded by a damp, chilly fog of the very early morning.

It was something her father decided to share, making it look like it was the only way to send secret letters with magic. Depending on the family, the magic they had was different. There was Arcane magic, enchantment magic, summoning magic, holy magic, world magic, demonic magic, and pure magic. While the royal family and the Kristen family used Arcane magic, the Adamantine family used enchantment magic. The church used holy magic, gods used world magic, magical beings used pure magic, and last she heard, the Empire of Illumine specialized in summoning magic and demonic magic.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

This is the full force of his magic; supreme ultimate sacred magic: Enoxial bemothe. Enoxial bemothe, a magic formed by all natural elements, energy force and natural ki magic. A magic that if Marvio wanted to, can exterminate the mythical world. A forbidden magic, that his brother forbid him to used. But now its time has come. This kid pushed him to used it. Now the kid, these Royals and all the connecting soil of Mavis will know why he was feared in ancient and ancient eras.

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?”

And why did that bother him? *** It was a beautiful thing watching the woman work. Who knew one could weave such dark twisted magic with grace. Marx was curious. "Why was it called shadow magic?" "It’s made from and feeds on death." Marx watched the symbols as they materialized from the tips of her fingers. As the lights played over the silk-like strands of the traps set to kill and maim. "But it's so... beautiful." Marx felt weird saying that. He had been watching her when she asked if he wanted to see what she was seeing. He had to admit he had not expected this.