Magi Serendine Novels & Stories

Everything will be in the past and you can start a new life “. How absurd is that? Sky thought that he could help him. After all these years he has been missing, and is this the help he will get from him? To say that he wasn’t disappointed was wrong. He just couldn’t believe him. But what happened next made him shut his mouth. He saw him grabbing the coin and tossing it in the air and saying, “Reserare”. Then the coin became brightly illuminated and expanded, looking like a big alchemy sign. Then he saw him offering his hand to hold, and he wasn’t sure why, but he took his hand calmly.

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

“What? What do you mean? I couldn’t see the vision.” I met her gaze, my voice trembling as I forced the words out. “She was older. She was running through the woods, calling for me. She was surrounded, Jordyn—hooded figures. Magic. Dark magic.” Jordyn’s face paled. “Serenity—” “She fought back,” I cut her off, my voice steadier now, even as my hands refused to stop shaking. “She’s powerful. She has magic—real magic, strong enough to push them back. But it wasn’t enough. They were still coming for her.”

Coven of the Crossed Moon Cassie stood barefoot in the dewed grass behind the flower-covered safehouse, morning light hitting the petals around her like shards of crystal. Her newborn son, Aragorn, lay against her chest wrapped in midnight-blue cloth woven with protection runes by Seraphina’s own hands. He did not cry. He only watched—wide-eyed and aware. Seraphina emerged from the woods with Malthea at her side, carrying scrolls and relic fragments. Their magic was heavy in the air, ancient and feminine. The Circle was gathering.

I pulled my wrist against myself, rubbing some of the sore spots that it had left in its wake. “Alright, what kind of magic do you have?” He asked, bluntly. He was trying to look bored, but I could see the curiosity hidden behind his multi-colored eyes. I took a deep breath, figuring it was going to come out eventually. “Most faerie only have element, and it’s not very strong if they’re not of royal blood” I said, and I could start to feel the little sparks of magic tugging at me with the iron being gone. My wrist starting to heal as the skin knit itself slowly back together. It was weak from being gone for so long, but it was still there, whispering softly across my skin like an old friend

Looks of surprise and then alarm flittered across their faces as they started to point to Darron. “Y-Your Majesty! That’s him!” One shouted out backing away from the helpless old man. “He’s the one who did that spell right before I fell asleep!” Another finished. “That’s right!” They all murmured in agreement, only silenced when Alastair lifted his hand to speak. “Upon cleansing our mines, the royal Mage uncovered that every infestation was the result of strayed elf. However, upon further investigation it was uncovered that the elves in fact weren’t strayed, but possessed by a curse made only by shadow magic”, Roger stated, reading off a scroll.

He blinks once, a slow languid action as if to silently reassure me before turning back to the crowd. My eyes flicker to the crowd as well. I can practically smell everyone’s fear. The emotion is so palpable on their faces that it seems as if Clyde is a fearsome creature. But that moment of reverie is broken as Zenith says, “Your Highness, we are in danger and the danger stands right in front of you. Valerie Ravenwood is a mage wolf and most of us know that their kind is the most dangerous.” She waits for him to say something and I don’t know if I should be happy that Clyde already knows about me or whether I should be wary because he is a king and he can’t go against his people.

“We will accept the spirit, Ditiori and the soul, Maga…Arcani spiritus, Ditiori et anima, Maga, accipient…Become the scroll of entrapping spirits…Erit magicae captandi spirituum.” The glooms swathed the lovers in repose. A gasp and sigh were heard. “Maga and Helia, I love you.” Was it Maga and Ditiori’s last breaths? Black dusts and shadows warped unto the scroll in the goat-head servant‘s hands. Maga and Ditiori laid no more on the frigid floor. They had left their baby sleeping peacefully, wrapped in their velour cloak. The incantation written in the arcane scroll had become red like it was written in blood with an image of a lily of the valley and grain had intertwined.

The beauty of nature. Once that was done, she tossed the rabbits away. They scampered off like it was all in a day’s work. “Thank you,” I said. I wasn’t going to shake hands. “You were right.” “Love,” said the Magi. Then she made a circle with her finger and thumb and poked it again. I wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to say, but she obviously knew how to break the spell on Jenny. Could all of the Queen’s spells be broken with a shag, or did it only work if you were in love? Was that what she was trying to say?

And there, hunched over a cauldron, stood the mage. The old mage turned slowly, his face cloaked in shadows. Only his silver eyes gleamed. “You return, child of fire and blood,” he rasped. “But this time... you come with death on your hands.” Mira stepped forward, dragging the maid inside with a thud. “I want her scent,” she said flatly. “Seraphina. The little dove everyone is so obsessed with. I want her sweetness, her innocence… all of it.” The mage stared at her for a long moment.