Magi Online Novels & Stories

Death informs me. “So, Sage knows this too, but she thinks it’s reversed that Ari is the sacrifice, not her?” “Yes, which is why you must not let Ari go to the human realm till after she has given birth. Ari has a bigger target on her back than you think. I can give you the last bit of information to help you before I piss Fate off for helping too much is that you can’t trust Mags.” “What the fuck does Mags have to do with anything?” Now I’m just confused.

My erratic heartbeat took on a frantic rhythm as I unfolded the paper and read the words scrawled on it. ‘Keith, I am sorry for leaving without meeting you, Keith. But you had gone to interrogate Justin, and I didn’t know when you would return. I am going to meet the Grand Magus of Oleander’s Coven. Hopefully, she will agree to heal Kramen using magic. Grand Magus is different from Oleander. She has a deep prejudice against werewolves. So, I don’t know how long it will take me to convince her. However, I promise I will come back as soon as possible.

Kiara jumped up from her bed and paced towards the door at the sound of the knock. Magie stood in there, lips thinned to reveal a slight smile as though relieved when she opened the door. "Are you asleep yet?" "Not, yet. What is it? Is there anything I can help you with?" Magie shook her head. She is Felix's firstborn. He is the owner of the place where she stays right now, he and his family lived right next to the small cottage with only a bedroom and kitchen that she had rented, but she didn't know for how long.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

“Yes, the reasons why I hide the smell, I voiced to you, however, the werewolves will perceive the absence of a smell very sharply, and I decided to do it the way I did. Exactly what you assumed. Protect yourself from unnecessary interest. She spoke calmly, only in the very questions of Senor Magi she understood a lot. He observes her life, owns information about her. I wonder if this is the curiosity of the owner, or carries something more. She hoped that the head of the Maji family would not bring her new problems. They had just left the hall, following in the direction from which they had come, when two people stepped in their way: a man in his early fifties and a girl who was looking at

The walk to Maggi quarters is longer than expected, winding through corridors I’ve never been allowed down before. Eventually we stop in front of a huge mahogany door, draped in bones. Literal bones. King Sven doesn’t knock. He just pushes the door open, and the first thing I see makes me freeze. Maggi is sprawled face-up on the floor, arms splayed out like she’s been dropped from the ceiling. There’s a goblet tipped over near her hand, dark liquid staining the floorboards. Her silver hair forms a halo around her. No movement. No sound.

"So it was always a school?" "No." Gogo’s dark eyes gleamed. "At first, it was a refuge. A secret. Then, as more of us were born into power, it became something greater." She set the spoon down with a deliberate clink. "But remember this, Sthandwa—no matter how polished the halls or how sweet the smiles, everyone there is still a predator in their own way." Rita’s fingers tightened around her cup. "Witches covet power. Werewolves hunger for dominance. Vampires? They crave control." Gogo reached across the table, pressing a beaded bracelet into Rita’s palm. "You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely."

Tonight, I was going to our house. Later that evening, I waited in the shadows near the door, hidden just enough to go unnoticed but close enough to hear Mago’s footsteps approach. As he fumbled with his keys, I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me. The lock clicked, and in one fluid motion, Mago pushed the door open, stepping inside without glancing back. In that brief moment, before the door closed fully behind him, I slipped in silently, following his scent—a mix of expensive cologne and something unfamiliar, almost bitter—that filled the air.