Magic Circuits Novels & Stories

"En. Let's go inside. " "Okay.." He keep looking around because the place is to shabby. They entered the small wooden house but no one inside so They walk towards the exit door. By then, they entered the place where there's a lot of shining trees that planted as sign of the pathway. They are shining because of the very small light bulbs that is hanging in every branches. The stone pathway lead them to the area where there were a lot of dim lights on the ground. The table in the center and the small cottages in every corner.

My eyes widened, and Mrs Periwinkle's voice cut through whatever questions I had in mind. "It feeds on magic. The more magic you use, the more confused you become and the harder it is to reach your leader. They are currently wounded, and if you don't reach them in time, they might die. But hopefully, that's why we have the lunarbane mixture," Mrs Periwinkles held up a transparent vial in her hand, shaking it. "I have two, and it can be used on both leaders. I'll implore you not to use any magic or use it only when it's the right time. The greatest weakness of the maze is strength. It gets weakens from strength and teamwork." She finished.

"How? She's channeling power from six deaths already. We're exhausted from stabilizing Miranda's working. Even together, we might not be strong enough." "Then we'll have to be smart instead of strong." The ritual chamber doors were reinforced with both steel and magic. I placed my hand against the barrier and felt the wards' structure. Complex. Deadly. Designed to kill anyone who tried to break through. But every ward had weak points. Assumptions built into the spellwork. And I'd been practicing magic longer than Lady Macbeth had been alive. "Everyone, channel your power through me. I'll find the vulnerability." The other practitioners linked hands, creating a circle with me at the center. T

Three wizards raised their hands, purple webs spinning like spider nests. “Mira!” I shouted. Mira raised both palms, drawing a circle of resistance. A silver shield bloomed, enveloping the ritual like thin glass. Tavien followed from behind, throwing pulsating rune nails. “Destroy!” I charged. The silver sword at my waist finally revealed its true power. It struck the ground in a sweeping motion. The circle broke just as Mira spun the shield into a counterpressure. The purple web shattered, the three witches rolled backward in the wave. The fourth mortar came like a small meteor, locking the center of the circle and melting the symbol into mud.

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

"I felt the death magic building. Knew Arlene was planning something big." She knelt and pressed her palm flat against the stone. Magic rippled outward from her touch. The ritual circles blazed to life, ten times brighter than when Damoew had revealed them. "Impressive work," Meredith said clinically. "Morgana learned well from her mother. These circles are nearly perfect." "Can you counter them?" Jasmina asked. "Counter? Yes. Destroy? No." Meredith stood. "The symbols are carved too deep. Breaking them would require demolishing the entire platform. But I can create a mirror set. When her ritual activates, mine activates. They'll cancel each other out."

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.

Robert nodded with a hint of grimace on his face. "Then I'll have to explain everything to you first," Lucas sighed, "We are able to cast spells because of our magic circuits. It is like our veins, carrying another magical liquid, like our blood that flows through our body.” He showed his opened palm. It flashed and shone brighter, where a golden liquid came out of his palm, floating into the air, like glowing ribbons circling him. “This is the magical liquid I’m speaking of … it’s called alar.” "Alar? But why do I feel like my strength was depleted after overusing my magic?"

There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to get into the girl's magic circle, which she'd been smart enough to stay inside. Shamira learned something new every day. Apparently when you summon something, it stays in the circle or out, but as soon as the caster crosses the line, bad things happened. Lillian had calmed the girl down, cast a temporary memory blocker that would ensure that the girl would forget all about the incident by the time she got home. The necromancer also implanted the notion into the girl's head that she might want to stay away from magic and try something safer. Like chess. Then clean up had begun, only to find a new and interesting detail. If you didn'