Magic Age Cards Novels & Stories

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?!

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.

To Marc, this was simply accurate information. Madeline seemed to understand that. “You’ve met a lot of people my age?” she asked. Marc frowned slightly. “No.” Madeline laughed harder, and Marc continued looking at her. I finally stepped farther into the room. “Are you two finished?” Madeline looked toward me. “For now.” Marc immediately shook his head. “No.” Madeline turned back toward him. “No?” “We still haven’t agreed about magic.” Madeline stared at him for a moment. Then she picked up the deck of cards again.

the elderly woman nods. She pulls out a deck of tarot cards, spreading them out across the table. The golden tops to the cards reflect the light from above. The lights flicker and dim, offering them some privacy. With one snap of her fingers, the candles from around them suddenly ignite, providing them with a soft hue of light. “I must know if you are ready for this. You must be accepting an open of the results that will come out of tonight. Do you understand that fate and your mother are looking out for you? Will you accept the plan that they have set out for you?”

Everyone else couldn't help but laugh too. "Actually, I should thank you both," Penny continued. With Woody behind her, she wasn't afraid of them at all. "If it wasn't for your aggressive bidding, I would've been the one stuck with this loss!" "You!" Jasmine was seething, and her eyes were filled with rage. Suddenly, Magdalena had an idea. She looked at Woody, and her eyes lit up. She snatched the box from her daughter's hands and offered it to him. "Young man, didn't you want this hundred-year-old Reishi? In that case, we're willing to give it to you!" She continued, "You've got a black card, don't you? 30 million means nothing to you, right?"

I blinked in disbelief, questioning if we were living on the same planet or if I had somehow been transported to Mars. Hazel looked at me as if I had said something utterly ridiculous. “No, silly. On my seventh birthday, papa gave me a shopping and emergency card. Then on my next birthday, daddy gave me one and told me not to tell papa. And on the following birthday, Uncle Marcus gave me a card because he forgot to buy me a gift, but he never remembered to take it back,” she chuckled mischievously. “His loss. And this,” she waved the fourth card in front of me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “This one belongs to Uncle Vector. And you know what that means?” I shook my head, utterly clueless

Marianne accused, squealing with excitement. "What? Impossible!" he laughed at his futile denial. Marianne put the necklace down and threw her arms around her brother. The memory faded away, and the card face returned to normal. ... I didn't know what to think. "Your cards...have memories?" I said, unable to believe what I was saying. "Yes, they're magical," Marianne said. "Promise not to tell. They're very special." She held up another card. The mist covered its face, and among the swirls I saw a young man standing a little way off, visible from the back. The image bounced and danced as I heard Marianne's breathy laughter.

"It’s just a game, dear, nothing truly magical in it." "I think there is." Kiara said excitedly. "What does my future say?" Amelia looked at the first card, masking the frown that threatened to cross her face. The card held a picture of a beast with red eyes. "What does the card say?!" Liam asked curiously. "It’s a wolf…" Amelia said, showing them the card. No, it wasn’t a wolf, it was a Lycan, she thought. "Oh, a wolf," Kiara asked with a tilt of her head. "It’s very ugly…"

Nothing is for certain. I read on to what happens when a mate isn’t marked just yet. I move in my chair, sipping from my mug again and adjusting my medicated glasses. It says other werewolves, especially those above the age of 18, will be drawn to me like a magnet. That’s if I’m also above the age grade; which I am.