Magic Beyond Words Novels & Stories

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

" I really concentrate as her fringer moves accross my back. I can hear her shaky breath and know this is taking its toll. She presses harder now, the pressure burning through Braden’s borrowed clothes. “L,” I murmur as she finishes. What would begins with spel ... “Spell.” The word drops from my mouth like a stone. My stomach knots. Even if I could somehow pry this monstrous thing off, it’s spelled. Worse, I don’t know magic—and I sure as hell don’t know anyone who does. I didn't even know witches were real until learning Gaia was but this is clearly a whole other world of magic. I don't even know where to begin.

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s just… God, I wish I could remember.” “I can try some magic, to see if it helps,” I suggested. “Maggie already did that,” Sam reminded me, a hopeless look in his green eyes. “I know, but my magic is stronger than hers. At least, it usually is. Right now, I’m a little drained from building the school.” “She told me about that, too. That’s insane. How do you just magic a school into existence?” I looked around the room we were sitting in. “I made this house.”

Emeka just did the impossible to see the un-seeable and lived, so everyone wants to know what he saw, they were so keen, that was how no one noticed that one of the warriors has shrewdly separated himself from them because of a precious stone that he saw which he suspected to be gold. Emeka has no word to describe what he saw so he said ‘what I saw is like a bird with a woman’s face that has snakes little snakes as hair. This creature’s hairs are made up of tiny living dangerous-looking snakes. The wing is like the wing of an eagle, so large that it could cover 10 humans under its wing when it's spread. The eyes of this creature spill a mysterious beam of light. I believe it’s the mysterious

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"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

he answered with a calm tone. I crouched beside him and rested my chin lightly on both palms. “That's…poetic,” I replied, my eyes locked on him until he stopped working. “I like people who see what others miss. It's urm…a rare skill. Or maybe a gift,” Ezra shrugged, trying to beat the pride that drove into him. “I prefer the word…patience,” “Oh, I disagree,” I cut in quickly. “Magic is simply making something appear where there was nothing before. You take a moment no one noticed and turn it into something they can’t stop looking at. If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is.”

“So nothing magical?” “Oh, there’s magic,” he said quickly, flipping open a thick journal bound with gold leaf. “It’s subtle. Hidden in plain sight. Like… okay, see this one?” He jabbed his finger at a cracked page covered in elegant handwriting. “It’s a lesson book. English grammar. But some of the example sentences are low-key incantations. Nothing crazy—just little things. But whoever wrote these wanted the students to get used to weaving magic into ordinary learning.” Zerina perked up in my head. “Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.”

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

Others spat when they thought he wasn’t looking. He barely cared. What gnawed at him wasn’t their doubt. It was his own shadow — twitching at his heels like a chained beast straining for freedom. He closed himself in a narrow chamber carved into the wall, once a storeroom, now abandoned. The air was thick with dust. He sat cross-legged on the floor, shadows pooled around him, and tried again. “Obey me,” he whispered. The words felt foolish, but the magic didn’t respond to silence. The shadows rippled like water disturbed by stones. He stretched out his hand and willed them to form a blade.