Magic Circle Series Novels & Stories

"Damian, my father will notice if there are strange cars around. Sophia and Clara already suspect something's going on with me." "They'll be discreet," I assured her. "No one will know they're there. I promise." I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a small black phone. It was a burner, completely untraceable, with only one number programmed into it. "Take this," I said, holding it out to her. She stared at it like it might explode. "What is it?" "A secure phone. Use this to contact me, and only this. Don't call or text me from your regular phone. Don't use any apps that can be tracked. This line is encrypted and safe."

That was why for a Mage was something used to measure their Mana control capacity. On the Petunia Continent, the Magic Academy was a school that everyone could enter—who could pay the fees, or who received special scholarships. However, to enter the Magic Academy, the most important requirement was that one had to have formed an or had become a <1st Circled> Mage. Only after they were accepted into the Magic Academy did they get certified as a <1st Class> Mage. From year to year, a Mage would develop and climb their ranks.

Every scene has to feel alive—the characters, the tension, the moments that make you hold your breath. That's why I will not rush the process. I want Edith and Drake's story to unfold in a way that feels authentic, immersive, and deeply emotional—not just words on a page, but a journey you experience with them. So, when I return to Finding the Heart of Magic, it will be with my complete focus and creative energy, ensuring that every chapter is worth the wait. Stay patient, dear readers—"Finding the Heart of Magic" will be back soon! Until then, thank you for being part of this journey. I look forward to bringing Edith and Drake's story back to life for you! Much love, Mirto

Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer . She finished the last set of magic spells and placed a small pile of golden blonde hair in the centre of the magic circle , then she took out the vial that held the deadliest poison of hell and poured it all upon the small pile of golden blonde hair , dying it red . Once the last drop of the poison matted the pile of blonde hair , the magic circle shone with a furious red light... black lighting struck the ceiling and Marge found hersel

back behind the closest set of houses. They walked right up to the wall so they were close enough to touch it. Nikos and Michalis leaned their backs on the wall and looked up to make sure none of the lookouts had seen them. It was quiet. They were safe for now. "Ok Oracle. It's show time." Michalis said to Amaris. Everyone else looked at Amaris as well. "Spread out." Amaris pushed her arms out at them to get them to back up. She then stood back two steps and faced the wall. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Through the mind link she said "Ready. GO!" She wished for the section of wall behind her to disappear. Instantly it vanished. No explosion, no dust and debris, it w

Zorien’s POV. - Isn’t that...a Chimera’s egg? The large egg is situated on an active magic circle, and I whip a hand out to call it into my palm. The red pillar of light emitting from the magic circle dispels to release the egg that lifts into the air and comes floating towards my open palm. The moment its base touches my palm, something snaps like a string and its weight registers on my hand.

All I need to do is put up a shield around it. I pull at the core of my magic, bringing my hands forward in cupping shape. I imagine the rock surrounded by my force field. Then I push my magic forward and open my eyes. A second later the rock is surrounded by a faint blue glow. It looks kinda pretty like that, sparkling over the hot springs like a little flame. And then a crack rips through the cave, bouncing it's sound off the stone walls. What the hell was that? I look around expecting some sort of explosion, but there is nothing there. The I look at the rock and gasp.

growled Soren, his massive form already hefting a heavy stone. "Every one get into the circle and do not leave no matter what until I say so." I announced. I focused, pushing aside the fear that threatened to overwhelm me. The magic circle was intricate, a delicate web of power that needed precise placement and intention. My fingers flew across the surfaces of the stones, tracing the ancient symbols and items we had gathered then began chanting the forgotten words. The air shimmered, a faint blue glow beginning to emanate from the circle’s center. "They're almost here!" Lyn voice was sharp, his eyes scanning the black line approaching us like termites.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.