Magi Serendine Novels & Stories

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

, the hedgehog Magi shrilled. The Magi with the golden yoke began to cough out blood. I noted that even though they were in holographic form, blood did spew into the white snow. Which meant that this place must be real. The three Magi disappeared from before as I lay in the snow. The memory of my father and me at the Red lake came back to me and I embraced it. Welcoming the darkness once more.

Always. They climbed for hours, their boots crunching over frost and gravel, lungs burning from the thinning air. By late afternoon, the mist grew thicker—like a living thing wrapping around their limbs and whispering secrets in their ears. “This mist… it’s unnatural,” Serena said, stopping to catch her breath. “It feels... aware.” Theron scanned the swirling gray. “Magic. Old and dangerous. We’re close.” “How can you tell?” He pointed toward a stone marker ahead. The rune etched into it shimmered faintly with silver. Serena approached, her fingers brushing the ancient carving. The moment her skin made contact, a pulse echoed in her chest.

The silver in my magic erupted, not in heat or light, but in memory. I saw Seris’s face the night she gave me the pendant. I saw the breach tear open for the first time. I saw the locks—thirteen of them—breaking in a sequence I couldn’t quite follow. And then I saw the door from before, the one of shifting silver and black, and beyond it… Gods. I understood the price. Not all of me would come back. But the part that would… could end this. I stepped into the vortex. Cold swallowed me whole, and the last thing I heard before the world inverted was Seren’s voice, raw and furious:

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

“He makes my magic look like… child’s play.” As they walked along, arm in arm, Serendipity couldn’t help but think back to a long-haired blonde, frightened child who was desperately in need of some magic, and she wondered if that little girl could find it in her heart to forgive the one she had called upon so many years ago to save her--the one who had been nowhere to be found.

She is drawn into the sky like a thread being pulled into the tapestry of the age to come. Sirelia’s court descends into screams. The sky above her seals. And no fire comes. No gods answer. Because they already have. And it was not her. When Seren returns, she does not fall. She descends. Feet touching stone as softly as memory returns to an old song. Her form is unchanged. But nothing about her is the same. Eyes that no longer see in only light. Hair that breathes like flame. Magic that carries names older than language.

Oisin smiled down at Seraphina. Placing the stone down on the table for the other mages to marvel at, Seraphina took to looking around the room to find what else had been revealed by the syphoning spell. A large blue and gold leather-bound book caught her attention on one of the shelves. An unexplainable, almost magnetic pull drew her to it. Fingers slightly trembling, she pulled the book out and turned it over to read the cover. ‘Le haghaidh mo iníon’ She ran her fingers over the gold imprinted font, her breath hitched in her throat.

Carol reappeared just then and she was wondering why her daughter and Cassy seemed like frozen, so she cleared her throat to get their attention and when they both turned to her she saw the multicolored pentacle just above Cassy's left breast and she put her hands over her heart to try to calm her suddenly racing heartbeat. Once she had calmed down, and that she remembered Cassy was still only a young girl totally unaware of who she was, she approached her and handed her the clean clothes she had brought back for her and she said in a soft voice, "This is for you, you can change here, with Paige we'll wait for you a little further." But Cassy who had accepted the clothes then grabbed her wri