Magi Serendine Novels & Stories

Silke laughed and danced in circles with pleasure. ‘If the crystal is black as soot, you yourself, instead of the crystal, will let the magic of the Síde escape. You become the crystal. And you are already doing so well! Every time you get furious, Maddie gets to carry more of the green magic because your black magic is going to take up more and more space.’ ‘Maddie cannot carry that energy alone! ‘ ‘Ah, how gallant you are. Think about your girl first. ‘ Although she was a head shorter than Raven, she came threateningly towards him, made a movement with her hand, and muttered a spell. Suddenly he felt how he had to kiss her, she manipulated him and he could not find the resistance.

Drom walked out from the throne platform and over to the table, "It would be nice of you to introduce yourself and tell us who you represent." "Oh, sorry, my apologies, I must have forgotten my manners. My name is Ladzgery Tyndale, and I come from a kingdom outside the walls, and I am here as a representative of my domain, I am a soul magician." "How dare you bring the accursed arts into our kingdom!" Rovier cried out, the others lashed back at Tyndale, some angry, most of them afraid.

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

Hera added before turning to leave and rejoin her mother. Sean watched her leave, smiling to himself as she walked away. --- The next morning, Hera and Margaret arrived back at their house. Home sweet home. "Did you miss this place, Mom?" Hera asked as she closed the door behind them. Margaret smiled contentedly as she took in their familiar surroundings. The house was nothing like Sean's luxurious penthouse, but it was home, and it was where they felt the most comfortable. "I missed everything, especially our evening TV series," Margaret said as she sat down beside Hera.

There were only three more people in here and none of them seemed to be paying attention to us. Aunt Maze released my hand and wiped the tear from my face. “You got this, my boy. Trust me, you do.” “How do you do it?” I asked her, sniffling. “How do I do what?” “How can you be so strong? How are you so wise and calm?” She smiled, some sadness dancing in her beautiful eyes. She broke eye contact with me and stared at her notebook, placing her lucky pen in it and suddenly closing it before looking up at me again.

“What? Influence me? Allow the angels to find me? I doubt that’s how it works, Noah.” The door of the factory opened, and Serenity’s gaze shifted to Thorne. The demon’s gaze shifted to the wand in her hand and his eyebrows furrowed together as he signed. “Keep that shit away from me.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Serenity shoved the wand under the edge of her hip and crossed her arms over her chest. “There, you can’t see it.” “I can still feel it. Like oil on my skin.” She rolled her eyes and picked up the wand and herself and took it upstairs, depositing it into the small box on her desk. She returned to the sofa, dropping into it, and glared at the pair of demons.

Clara's Pov Seris emerged from the darkness like a secret given shape. Her silver eyes glowed with a knowledge that felt too old for any one soul to bear. She moved with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen empires rise and fall, and her presence both soothed and unnerved me. She stood at the edge of the circle of warriors and survivors Ryker and I had begun to gather. The people were wary—trusting me, yes, but untested by the new threats we now faced. They shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, as if her very existence challenged their understanding of the world we’d fought so hard to save. “We need to prepare,” I said, my voice carrying across the clearing. The ward I had woven stil

" Serena thought for a moment and then put a small silver charm in my hand. "To keep you safe. Magic from the past. It might help you get some time. Short amounts of time can mean the difference between life and death. We left with no moon in the sky. It was just Ronan, Calen, and two of our most trusted spies. No sounds of war. No signs. We could only hear the sound of boots on wet ground and feel the cold wind on our skin. The air got heavier as we got closer to the sharp outline of Damien's castle. The smell of death and blood stuck to the walls like a curse.