Magic Beyond Words Novels & Stories

she said in her ethereal voice. "I don't know how," I said in a hoarse whisper. "I don't even know who I am." The woman tilted her head to the side and observed me quietly. "You are the one born by the moon and of magic," she said. The words were familiar to me somehow. "You are the one born of two worlds, meant to unite your tribes and protect them from oppression." Her words held something powerful within them and I knew in my heart that they were true. The celestial-like woman placed her hands gently on my shoulders.

Mila exhaled, “I think what I want to with my magic, I concentrated, the magic side of me gets activated, and automatically, a word, I don’t know in which tongue, comes out of my mouth, and the thing is done.” “You don’t use same spells always?” Arthur asked. “They are not spells,” Mila shook her head, “I don’t even need to say it out loud, I just need to think hard. Just speaking out loud keeps me sane. Else, too many voice clutter my head and my world gets confusing…” As Arthur stared at her wildly, trying to digest what she was saying, she raised her hands, smiled, screwed her face and the room darkened. It was so dark that it felt like the darkness was descending on him.

With his mouth. Because of course he did. Abs: 10 Tomato dodge: 100 Me: Spiritually attacked. Anyway. He showed me how to channel my magic with intention. “Magic isn’t just about words. It’s about will,” he said, standing behind me, voice low like caramel laced with sin. “You command the elements. They don't command you.” Easy for him to say. He had wings, a kingdom, and enough power to sneeze a village off the map.

She sat next to me and began to recount the history of the community, her words flowing steadily as I wrote them down word for word. Peter sat beside us, occasionally adding his own input. The steady rhythm of Laura’s voice and the scratch of the pen on paper created a strange sense of calm, despite the monumental task ahead. A mere thousand words into the essay, I asked, “Can’t magic be used to write this?” Well, you can’t blame me for now. Can you? Why wreak havoc on my spine and fingers, when magic could solve the problem? Laura explained, “I can’t. If I do, the words appearing in the sheet would be in my handwriting. However, if you can chant the magic words yourself, then your handwriti

Vina whispered the triggering mechanism of her ultimate magic as words of power should have a name to call their own in order to land into fruition. Baby spells may be wielded with no words uttered but those that had already reached the apex of what this creation could offer them had all already topped the ceiling and grabbed the tendrils of the high heavens unto their own palms. This was a cast of an ultimate spell like no other. The infinite busy worlds ceased to exist as it was displaced completely by the advent of the goddess' summons. A brightness unlike any other shone in all magnificence as it centered primarily at the ever ceaseless flips of the holy book on her hands.

I could improve my magic only after practicing what she told me a few times. On the weekdays, I decided to go home straight from work and spend every afternoon and evening practicing magic. Every time I planned to practice, I had to create a shield that would block any outsiders from glimpsing at what I was doing and hearing my words. Grandma decided to help me in my conspiracy, and even used code words to communicate with me… As much as I loved her for trying, it only made it much harder to understand her since she never consulted the meaning of the words before using them…

Words that… words that a madman said to try to flood our lands with evil. The original book was full of magic–ancient magic. Dark and endless. It stole parts of his soul every time he said words he didn’t understand. But I understand these words as I crack the pages–printed in neat ink on simple printer paper, not weathered, yellowing papyrus. Misty’s scribbles leave indents in pen under the printed symbols–a translation done to the best of her abilities. I have to trust her. She’s the brightest mind of the family, but if she got one single translation wrong… and I say it?

Ariah was obviously no match but her speed and effort were remarkable. Maxwell whistled. “So that’s the legendary moon magic. Flashy, yes. Definitely splendid. But I still can’t imagine how powerful it is. It’s just sparkly and all, but it’s not as impactful as fire, earth, or any existing elemental magic. But she’s good.” He bobbed his head in approval, his arms crossed over his chest. “In fact, she wasn’t that good before.”

I spit the words out, as they leave a foul taste in my mouth. "Dark Magic!"

She had nothing left to lose. Suddenly, the pain stopped. The voice spoke again, softer this time. **"Then prove it."** A rush of air filled her lungs, and with it, a wave of power unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her wrist-mark flared to life, burning fiercely against her skin. The energy inside her surged outward, and she could feel the magic—**her magic**—wrapping around her. She reached out, her hand trembling, but the air hummed with power. She could feel it, something ancient and infinite, coursing through her.