Magi Serendine Novels & Stories

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

She falls into a deep sleep again because of too much pain from her wounds. Liwayway is the queen of the fairies. Her magic is the source of beauty in the whole realm. She tends to mend every broken thing around to maintain its beauty. Her fairies provide beautiful flowers, colorful fruits, mend the wounded trees, grasses, and everything. They provide for the needs of every creature in the forest.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

" Maggie used to be a practicing witch and has been teaching me how to harvest my power and control it. "Luna," Maggie said bowing " Thank you for helping my friend out Maggie", I told her, "Any friend of the Lunas is a friend to me," Maggie says. " Anyway, we've been practicing protection spells, and I want to put one on you," Serene says. I knew I needed any luck I could get so I simply nodded my head. Serene cut her hand and mixed some sort of powder in it in a bowl. She also took a strand of my hair and then closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were completely white?

"Any sidhe can work that kind of magic on a human but to cast it on a fellow fairy is impossible for all but King Keir. So, you must be the new princess, his half-human daughter." "I am." I waved it aside. "Tell me more about this magic. You're sure that we can trust it to keep Bress on our side?" "Yes," she said gravely. "He will stay under your enchantment until you release him. The magic is called star-crossing and those under its sway are the starry-eyed. It's one of the few magics which can only be undone by the caster." "Very witty; starry-eyed." I chuckled, and she moaned as I accidentally shifted her. "Oh, crap; I'm sorry. What's your name, anyway? I'm Seren."

she announced quietly, placing a heavy tome on the table with a thud that sent dust swirling into the air. I stood, my heart pounding with hope and apprehension. "What is it?" "It's a spell book," Meredith explained, flipping through the aged pages with careful reverence. "Ancient magic, similar to what Gaius used. It might have the answers we need." She scanned the intricate text; her finger tracing lines of arcane symbols and chants. "Here," she murmured after what seemed like an eternity, pointing to a passage illuminated by the flickering candlelight. "I think I've found a spell. I'll have to try it out, but I don't really know how it would react to this frail body".

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

He tried his best to complete the parting words that Cliverio spilled. “Barrett is the Heart of magic?” Myrvinne thought deeply, but the connection is confusing. “Heart of magic? Isn’t that a legend of the fairy goddess?” One of the men who came with them spoke. “Speak what you know.” Maynard ordered. “Well, it’s more like a folktale to children, the province I am from, the story of the fairy goddess who was loved by all creatures suddenly perished together with the heart of magic. They say that stone is what keeps the balance in nature and is a powerful source of energy not just to humans but also to us wolves and other creatures.”

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.