Magic Beyond Words Novels & Stories

My skin also looked a little bit tanned. “Was it successful,” I asked Selene, my gaze still fixated on my reflection in the mirror. “Let’s find out,” Selene drawled. “Say these words,” She then said a magical word. I exhaled trying to calm down and concentrate. Based on what I read in books and watched on TV, magic only worked when the witch or wizard was concentrated. I closed my eyes, said the words, and then boom all the lights went out in the house. Alarmed, I opened my eyes only to see that everywhere was in absolute darkness.

“We’re out of time.” The room darkened. Wind rushed violently through the chamber despite there being no open windows. Fairy guards stepped backward immediately. Even Dad looked tense now and then Mom stood fully. Then she lifted both hands and the world exploded into light. Silver symbols surged upward around me while ancient words poured from her mouth in a language I didn’t understand but somehow felt deep in my bones. The magic slammed into me instantly. Agony followed. It felt like something was being ripped out of my veins. I screamed again. Johanis grabbed my hand immediately while blue and gold magic burst violently around us both.

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?!

"Damian told me so much about you. I hear you handled all the… tedious little details for the ceremony." I took her hands. Her palms were soft. Uncalloused. Not a flicker of true power. My stomach dropped. She was a fraud. And Damian… did he know? Or did he not care? "The garden behind the manor is so lush, it's like magic," Reina said excitedly. "Really?" Isla looked at Damian. "Is that your doing?" "It was Lyra. She healed the land with her magic," Damian said, but his tone was dismissive, like he was talking about something trivial.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

I said. Raze said "You say that like it’s alive." I said "It is." He did not say anything. He knows that there are things in this world that we cannot understand. Magic is one of those things. It has always been here. Most kingdoms just forgot how to listen to it. I walked alone through the corridors under the ground. The sanctuary is really big. Every room has a story that has been forgotten. There are wolves made of stone on the walls. Their eyes are made of crystals that still shine.

Julian said. "We don't have magic. We use ancient magical words written in books and scrolls. We just have to make use of the right combination and we get things done, we ourselves are empty vessels. We miss one word and it doesn't work. So the words I used to protect you against the witch's was me making you a priest like myself. Witch's magic are useless against priest after they are made priests using those words. My mother made me and I made you." "So. . .?" Julian sought.

From this close, she could feel the slight chill rising off him, and her breath caught in her throat. “Stunning…” she whispered, her eyes shining up at him. “Ahem… What kind of Majyk was that?” “Mental Majyk. It allows all beings here translate written language the reader can understand when viewed.” He countered, averting his gaze. “But it keeps the original traces of the author. So, you should still see the symbols. This is a spell I am working to create. This parchment allows me to test the Majyk damaging nothing. If the parchment senses something in the Lias that would make the spell invalid, it removes it.”

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.