Made From Magic Novels & Stories

I purse my lips as I watch him enter the bathroom. ******************************* Brandon hands me a bow and arrow made of flexible material. Not wood and metal. It’s more like rubber, but not quite like it. And somehow, I sense familiarity with it. “What is this material called?” I ask. “Laquisha,” he answers. “That sounds like a name of a woman.” “Because it is. Laquisha created this material from magic.” I nod. “Where is this from?” “From Stine’s family. I am loaning it to you. Once you learned how to use it, I will need to take it back. It’s expensive.”

She looked at Mona and exhaled heavily, “Do you know of a magic that could create a puppet version of a person?” “Yeah of course there is. You could use some medium for example wax, clays or sands.. so it would look like you except for the fact that you wouldn’t be harmed even if the puppet is destroyed.” “And if they are destroyed, those puppet will return to the medium it was used?” Rose saw Mona who nodded her head up and down, appearing confused as to how she knew about this. Rose massaged her forehead and sat down to her couch. She could see it would be useless for her to chase after the maid, especially when she would be long gone by now.

I had to know how to use my magic to attack. Fortunately, I was getting better at this... and I didn't need Asriel's special touch for my spells to work. According to Asriel, magic was a form of art, and witches and warlocks were creators, able to give their magic a form using the power of their minds. I tried it, filling my luminous orb with different colors, and I think I was making progress. Although, I was quite certain that my rainbow-glowing orb would have been completely useless on the battlefield.

Now, Aakifahlynn sat on a log on the bank surrounded by five large otherworldly beasts, and she performed her incantations, combining the samples in her hands and rolling them into a ball of blood, fur, scales, and leather. Soon, she let it go and watched as it disintegrated in a puff of blue smoke. The signature of her magic, confirming that not only her magic, but also her own blood, was used to create these beasts. She had confirmed it; these beasts were born of her magic and blood. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt. But how, how was this possible? Did these people find a way to steal her magic unbeknownst to her? Did they now want her magic for themselves?

"They don't want to form. You need more. More power. More sacrifice." "What kind of sacrifice?" I scream. "Whatever you have left to give." I understand immediately. My magic. The creation magic I got from my mother. The last piece of her I have. "Take it," I say. "Take my magic. Use it. Just save them." "Sage, no!" Damon yells. Too late. I feel the magic rip out of me. The white light pouring from my chest. From my hands. From everywhere. It flows into the circle. Into the bonds. Into Mira.

I wouldnt be surprised if a dragon hatches out of a rock in front me. “Who could it be then?” gale asked. “so.. is it the humans?” “The chips packets and coke tines are also human food.” Myles said. “But i never heard of humans knowing magic.” alex replied. I thought for a moment and my eyes widened. “Thats because it's not magic. Its science. Those were holograms. Not magic.”

Maerilee The dog treat trembles in my hand, faint pulses of magic swirling around it like threads of silver. I close my eyes, focusing on the barrier I’m trying to create. The energies stretch from my fingertips, encasing the treat in an invisible shield, or at least what I hope is an invisible shield. My breath slows as I concentrate, willing the magic to hold steady. A faint hum tickles the back of my mind. My magic is attempting to do what it’s supposed to but deep down, I can feel how weak it is, how flimsy the barrier must be.

Cassian stared, his eyes widening in awe and disbelief. "You're doing it," he said, his voice tinged with amazement. With newfound confidence, I tested the magic, shaping it into a protective barrier. It manifested as a translucent shield, shimmering with the combined essence of Cassian's light magic and my time magic. It was a blend of elements that shouldn't have worked together but did, creating a unique, formidable defense. Cassian's eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and relief. "You did a good job, Seraphine. We might just have a chance."

A thrill of excitement bubbled up inside me and I sat down on the ottoman for a moment. Everything had happened so fast. Just yesterday I was trying to navigate all of the events over the last couple of weeks with the witch hunters and Damion's dreadful plans. Now, I am about to magic myself a wedding dress. With a sigh, I started to sift through the items I gathered today; quartz crystal and chalcedony, amaryllis flowers, and delicate white gold chains. Since I couldn't create the dress out of thin air I would use each of the beautiful pieces as a catalyst for the magic to work.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.