Magic Age Cards 소설 & 이야기

“Forty.” I watched as she scrunched her nose, and I had to fight my hand from reaching up to wipe away the creases that developed between her eyes. “Why does that bother you, Princess?” Nothing was a wasted question. Maise’s eyes darted to the beer can, gears shifting in her head. “I… you’re only seventeen years older than me. I dunno, as a lycan, I figured you’d be, like… hundreds of years old. But you’re… normal aged.”

I don’t know how to describe them, I’m not a fashion expert, but I can at least tell they match her blouse. 'Someone won’t be getting a job on the red carpet,' Matthan sniggers. I ignore him. “Right on time again. I’m Impressed,” Maggie compliments, not even turning her head to look at me, but no doubt she either scented or heard me coming. Maggie is fifty-six but looks late 30s if you ask me, and she’s incredibly slim, bordering on bony. She may not have muscles or curves, but I still wouldn’t want to take her on in a fight. I hear her father used to be a Beta in another pack and I just know that means she can kick all our asses.

“Back in the hotel, you used the spades to detect if the place was enchanted in some way, right?” “Yes, and it’s not limited to places. You can use it on people you suspect have been bewitched or cursed,” Kian said. “Although it nullifies the curse and the spell. It doesn’t heal. For healing, we have hearts. Again, same logic: small wounds can be cured by larger numbered cards. For example, ten of hearts can heal a cut in skin that’s not deep.” “So with that logic: ace, jack, queen and king are the strongest cards, right?” I asked, shuffling the cards in my hand.

“I’m the youngest, I know I won’t be able to use my magic…but how did Maggie do it? She’s seventeen as well.” “Fae blood itself enables the user to have control over magic since birth,” Alice explained. “Combined with her witch side, she got lucky that she could yield her powers earlier. But your powers are tied to two species that both get their magic at eighteen. I’m sorry, child. But patience is going to be your virtue for now.”

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

It smelled a bit burnt. Yet despite this feast, Alpha Magnus sat alone at the head of the table, His blonde head bent over his phone. He was too busy crushing candies on his phone, his long fingers deftly maneuvering level 352. At 110 years old (though he looked a crisp 27), Magnus had seen it all: wars, betrayals, and enough breakfast platters to feed a small nation. None of it interested him anymore. Well, Maybe the bacon still did, a little. His tattoo, hidden beneath the high neckline of his shirt, stirred faintly, as if even it were bored.

I stay cloaked when in public and never get close to anyone should someone from the Red Moon pack travel into town. The candle on the table suddenly flickers despite there being no windows, and the scent of sandalwood is stronger today for some reason. "Pick a card," I instruct Correy. Magda moves about silently, serving the men the beer she'd concocted the night before with magic. Correy reaches over, and his hand hovers in the air over the line of cards, waiting for his instinct to select one. His finger falls on one, and he pushes it across the table toward me.

"Decided to join the commoners, Cole?" "Is there a problem?" Cole’s voice was ice. Mason took the hint and started dealing the cards. In the Alpha’s Gambit, the one who holds the 'High Moon' card can command any two players to perform a task. If they refuse, they must drink a 'Silver-Slayer'—a cocktail so potent it could floor a Berserker. In the first round, a wolf named Jack held the Moon. He commanded a kiss between a hideous brute named Bob and Mason’s latest fling.

He was wearing a simple suit that had one button undone. “I see that you are ready to learn today Aurelia. I am surprised to see this.” My tutor sat in a chair that was near my desk. He put down different books on my desk and I looked at them with interest. There were different books on all the things required for me to know before I can publicly go to school and make myself known to the rest of the important higher up people. There was also a book on magic and how to understand it. That was another thing I enjoyed about this game. It was the fact that even though it was based in modern time people could still use magic but in a more modern way. Everyone can use magic when they reach the ag