Magic Beyond Words Novels & Stories

“You could try searching through the memories of the person and seeing every single person or food the person are a few hours prior to that. You should be able to find a link from there…” “I have no idea how to do that, Uncle Tefani,” Lozia replied, wishing for the first time that she had placed a little more effort in trying to learn magic, the way she had done in learning the sword. “The magic words are easy, I’ll send them to you in a letter,” Tefani said, knowing how effective the words would be if spoken out loud, especially in the new palace where magic sensors were the strongest. The moment Lozia realized that her first problem had been solved so quickly, she went ahead to say what th

He closed his painful eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and took the book in his hands, using the magic words linked to him by Malison. "Hurry, let's go!" He called out to the girl who struggled to get back on her feet. Green light flashed in his mind, then a purple smoky glare, then the familiar sound of the words zipping through his head as they sought for a possible route to escape. "Please can I come along too?" The others at the Alphas' feet beckoned to join in the movement and they sprinted out of the palace. The moment they gained an angle of escape he pulled out the magic book and brought it to his mouth, clicking the pages together, each word coming into existence, linking t

Maybe she wasn’t as sweet as she seemed. “I was explaining to Sincere that she was a product of Magic,” he started, staring at me with that gaze again. “Magic is the only word to describe what she is and what she can do, but she doesn’t see it that way. I was wondering why exactly.” They stare at me. Look at this, another attempt at them trying to get in my head, trying to understand how I thought and saw that world. This was another test. “You can read as many definitions for magic as you want. In my head, magic requires incantations, beautiful thoughts and words, making magical things happen. Good things. Nothing good has come of what I am.”

“Teleport” A huge magic circle, with inscriptions of the ancient fae language simply reading teleport, appeared in front of her. It was a faint green color, just like Madaline’s summoning magic circle. A bright light shone and she shut her eyes. When she opened it, she was in the middle of a dark and dusty office. “I-It worked! It worked! I haven’t been here in so long! Finally, I’m back! Huh? Am I……crying?”

More than once, I tried to magic a mirror so I could talk to Snow in Sharra, but it didn't work. When I told Leo, he explained it's because while Polonias is tethered to Earth, it isn't part of the planes or realms within the planet. My magic doesn't work the same here, either. Like using different languages in different countries, magic requires different words depending on where I am. I tried to use Luminous to produce tiny stars in my room like I would on Earth. Instead, I lit up the whole castle, bright as a Christmas tree. Whoops!

"I think I need a break but there will be no one to take care of the whole thing while I'm gone. Would it be too much if I wished for the world to stop moving for a day?" "You know that's impossible" Ella said, giggling lightly. "I know" I groaned. "But I might know what to get your mind off all these" Ella said excitedly. Ella the ever cheerful type. Always knowing what to do to be happy. How come I didn't have that kind of gift? "What?" I asked lifting my head from the table slightly to study the all too familiar glint of her ocean blue eyes "Spa day" she squealed. "Maybe I guess, it's worth a shot" what other choice have I got? It's either that or be buried in tons of paper work.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.

The air shimmered with an unspoken connection, and Magdalene's eyes bore the weight of centuries as she prepared to unveil another layer of the ancient tapestry. "Jette," Magdalene began, her voice carrying the resonance of ancestral echoes, "there are truths that transcend the boundaries of ordinary understanding. Our lineage, intertwined with magic and mysticism, carries with it a unique aspect—one that defines our connection to nature and the forces that shape our existence."

The room felt charged with a kind of electricity, and Miranda could feel the power of her words building within her. The words themselves were a mixture of incantations, prayers, and affirmations. They spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of magic and wonder, and of the power that lay within all things. They were a reminder that the world was full of mystery and wonder, and that anything was possible if one knew the right words to say. As she chanted, Miranda's eyes remained fixed on the mirror before her. She could see her reflection staring back at her, and for a moment she wondered if the mirror itself could hear her words. She continued to chant, her voice growing stronger and more confi