Magic Circle Series Novels & Stories

She turned back around and shook her head slowly. “Hmmm, strange. Move back a little, I'll try to break through the force field with my magic,” Mary said. “Why didn't you just do that at first?” Cortana asked. “It doesn't matter; just move back,” Mary replied, sounding a little annoyed. Cortana swam away from the force field, and Mary placed her palms on it. A large, golden-yellow magic circle formed on the force field. The circle had different symbols and shapes drawn on it, and these represented magical words or codes Mary would use to form her spell.

This wound is the greatest concern because it is closest to his heart and brain, the two areas where the spell can do the most damage. I look at Meadow and Tate, putting one hand on Xander’s shoulder over the wound and reaching out with the other. Meadow steps up, putting one hand on the wound on Xander’s hip and reaching out with the other. Tate steps up and takes both of our hands, creating a circle around Xander. I close my eyes and concentrate, making sure I have the latin phrases in my head. Magic, strong magic, is always said in latin.

The days passed and they seemed to be at peace, the mansion was a safe haven, but Maciel knew that Epistolo was planning something and he wasn't wrong. Epistolo was in the same forest where Marco and the others were going, gathered with just two other wizards, on the ground there was a drawing of a triangle on the ground with a tiny distance, that they could stand towards the tip and hold hands, they muttered a magic keeping their heads down, while in the center of the triangle a bowl with blood from the hands of the three wizards began to bubble and from inside slowly emerged a round black crystal that floated and stood still in the air.

No one would accidentally stumble upon what was happening without knowing where to look. She set about preparing the circle, burying herbs and stones at the five points, and placing a protection spell around the perimeter to hide the magic that would take place. She was meticulous in her work, leaving nothing unchecked or less than perfect. Everything had to be exact or all would be lost. Finally, she was ready for the finishing touches.

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?!

Cedric glared at me and then he just smirked. All the children are now tied inside the magic circle surrounding us. I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty.

What wrong have I done…? “Shut up.” A girl suddenly responded to the scream with a monotone voice. This is the first time I couldn’t agree more with the opinion of a random girl. Then six magic circles appeared behind that silver hair guy who yelled at me. From the looks of the magic circle… all six of it are storage magic. Thin threads of white strings came out from the centre of the magic circles, wrapping that guy’s body before he could react. Even if he tried to struggle, it eventually wrapped him tight enough that he couldn’t even move a muscle.

Michael said, his eyes focused on the circle in the distance. The summoned wolves lumbered around like mindless people—almost zombies. They were all in varying disarray, their clothes torn and their faces dirty. "It's magic," I said, my voice shaky. "What do we do? We have to help them?" "We will help them." Nathan walked closer to me and put his arm around me. "We just have to figure out how to destroy the circle." "That shouldn't be hard," Michael said. "The circle is made of a powder or something," Wendy said as she flashed Michael a dirty look. "I read about it in a spell book."

I commented apprehensively. “Of course that works. But you need to learn how to perform in a circle. It is used for bigger ceremonies or larger jobs where you work with other witches,” Meredith explained patiently. “The magic circle amplifies the magic you use and spreads it over a larger space and time. Therefore, it is an important segment that you must familiarize yourself with.” Time seemed to fly as Meredith and I worked on how to create a circle. She taught me to use the one in the greenhouse. She explained how I had to address each element and walk clockwise.