Magi Serendine Novels & Stories

Kent expressed his question without words. “Something’s saying here about a lake of fire that can only hurt the wicked,” Mazoi told Kent. “Hmm… that’s interesting,” Eric nodded and glanced at his close friend. Kent just smiled and nodded. Mazoi gave him an idea that he would actually do in the future. The Medjay read on and mumbled. “Serpent monster… mummified gods… jackal gods… snake within a shrine… masters of pits… I love this book now. You will become creative with your magic powers if you just know how to read.” Then he looked back and forth at Kent and Eric.

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

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.”

How strange. “Both,” he says, kissing the side of my head. Lily gives us a funny look, but her excitement over the prophecy pushes any question she has aside. She turns the book toward us. “We call this the Silver and Gold Prophecy.” I lean over and begin reading. ‘With dragon's love And dragon's light The last of their kind Will again unite. With magic so pure And love so sweet Together they'll see When at last, they meet. She who was lost

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.

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.