Magia Games Novels & Stories

I asked to distract myself from his body against mine. He made a sound of disgust in the back of his throat. “Do you think it so easy to use magic? You need the right components. I have a dagger, why would I carry components for such a spell?” “For the event that you drop your dagger through the weave of a net?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice bland. In tale, it was always unwise to provoke magic users. “Hmmm.”

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

His eyes were glowing faint silver, the same silver as Killian’s — only sharper, more feral. Elsewhere on the field, Harlow led her unit with fire in her veins, cutting a path through the enemy lines. Maera unleashed spells that cracked the ground itself, swallowing remnants in chasms. But for every one that fell, two more clawed out of the smoke. The guild was being surrounded. “Fall back to the ridge!” Maera screamed, her voice amplified by spell craft. “Form the circle!” The army obeyed, pulling into tighter lines, shields locking. The ridge was their anchor now, and if it fell, they’d all drown in the tide of shadows.

I tell grandmother “Don't believe all you hear, I have been in this world centuries before came in, and when I say that there's no repercussion from the moon goddess, believe me. That is all a way of making young witches and warlocks not do dark magic. Besides, when you get to Showek's College, you will discover that it is on the curriculum. Dark arts isn't all bad Hermione.” Grandmother says “So, when am I to get it and give it to you?” I ask achingly

she demanded, lifting her head slightly to look at us. I turned my head toward her, arching a brow. "What good stuff?" I asked, because clearly, I had missed the memo. "You know," Maggie said, waving a hand vaguely. "The real magic. The cool spells. The things that make witches, you know, powerful." Ashton let out a breathless chuckle. "You mean the stuff you saw in those movies?"

I had a total of ten books in my hand and I slammed them onto the table before plopping down on my seat to read them. "Would you like me to get you anything as well?" I shook my head, "You can join me, if you want." I flipped through the Foundation of Magic, gaining a little knowledge on what magic was about. Although I didn't have enough time to read it because I was looking for something else. Three books in and I found exactly what I was looking for. Northern Magic: History of The Northerners. The North territory was called Magiza by the locals because it was inhabited mostly by magical beings—which included witches, wizards, and any being capable of using their inner force or manipulatin

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the door opened. Mama. She still looked the same, except some wrinkles had made their way to her face. She was a beautiful woman on the outside, yet I never thought I looked like her or my papa... She had the fakest smile plastered on her face as she spoke unexpectedly nicely. "Bienvenida a casa, Elisia!" Mama exclaimed, excitedly. A little too happy, isn't she?. (Welcome home, Elisia!) I step into the house and all of the horrible, traumatic memories come flooding back. It's as if all those years of therapy had done nothing to heal me.

It was the one place in the kingdoms where my father had little jurisdiction. “I was reading about it a while back,” Mia went on. “The mages have this… council that makes up all of their laws and oversees all of the lesser witches. There are certain schools of magic that have been outlawed. I imagine that ‘compelling the King to do one’s bidding through sex magic’ isn’t typically tolerated.” The room fell silent again as we all considered that for a few moments. If Belinda was using some form of illegal magic against my father, then perhaps we could report her to that council that Mia mentioned.

questioned Maria only to have Mai turn to look at her confusedly. "Don't you know that out of the nine main types of magic that exist in this world, ice magic is not among them. Meaning that the ice-princess’s second magic type is a Bloodline Magic," Mai spoke seriously to Maria, who faintly recalled the book mentioning something about bloodline magic.