Magic Deepwoken Novels & Stories

"The 'Deep Web' is the 'Blank Page' that hasn't been written yet. You have the 'Scent'. You have the 'Heresy'. Now, you have to 'Define' the North." Kaelen looked at the "Unmapped Violet" sky, then at his parents. He saw the "Grey Lines" of the Architects dissolving into the "Violet Threads" of the New North. He didn't use the needle to fight. He used it to "Interlock" the worlds. He slammed the "Genesis Gold" needle into the center of the Deep Web. A wave of "Absolute Existence" expanded from the strike, traveling through the Gallery, through the "Real World" city, and back into the North. It didn't "Merge" the genres; it "Exorcised" the Architects.

We all sweared Dwarfs were just some made up species in a children’s book, but turns out they are real. The next week I was with Elder Darnell learning 6 Dark spells: Cloying Darkness, Darkvision, Flood of Darkness, Night Vision, Troubled Sleep, Weak Dark Bolt. I swear to the Moon Goddess the Bolt spells are my favorite ones to learn. For these 6 spells I did great and picked them up quickly.

The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness that had once choked the life from the forest. Drax, cornered and desperate, unleashed a devastating spell. The ground trembled, and the air crackled with an energy that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. A wave of dark magic washed over them, and Xienma felt a sudden, overwhelming connection to something ancient and powerful. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, and she gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

Silently I cast an [Appraisal] on the dead corpse. {Name: Seed of the Deep Ones Threat Level: 3 Type: Undead/ Parasite Description: A parasitic monster that latches onto a host and slowly draining the life of their host, gains the strength of 2/3 of their host. The seed of the deep ones was a monster that feeds on souls and mana, prefers living environment was underwater, only able to stay out of water for only 24 hours. Classified as a hunter and a collector for a Deep one: Chutlusia, lord of the underwater.}

I took a deep breath, meeting Rowland's supportive gaze, finding strength in his unwavering love. "My fellow pack members," I began, my voice steady yet filled with a sense of anticipation. "As your Luna, it is my duty to ensure the well-being and prosperity of our pack. In the depths of my journey, I have discovered a power within me, a power that I believe can bring healing and renewal to our beloved pack." A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes were fixed upon me, their anticipation palpable. I raised my hands, palms facing upwards, as I tapped into the reservoir of dark magic that resided within me. The energy surged through my fingertips, coursing through every fiber of my being.

The other two warriors ran over before both of their eyes glazed over. “We linked our Beta, you’ll be in trouble now.” Another younger looking warrior said trying to sound confident. For such a high ranking pack this was sad, they didn’t have stronger warriors I thought rolling my eyes. I walked to the front of my car leaning against it holding the warrior in the air by my spell still. “I can wait.” I said smiling at him. After 30 minutes a large grey wolf came running incredibly fast down the gravel road. I was stunned watching him he was beautiful, I didn’t really get to see wolves shift much.

“We seek the Hydro-Node to break the Sequence! The Black Mountain is waking, and the sky is falling! We offer the Gold to those who have lived in the Dark for too long!” ​The lead Deep-Wolf—a massive creature with a tail like a leviathan and scars that glowed like neon across its flank—approached the glass. He didn't speak; he didn't have vocal cords for the air. Instead, he pressed a webbed, silver-clawed palm to the viewport, inches from my own hand.

He stops me from wiggling around. “Please stop.” His morning voice is deeper than his normal voice. When did he wake up? “Stop what?” I turn around to face him but his eyes are still closed. He got such cute eyebrows. I mostly love his dark melanin skin. It's so clear. I wonder what is he using. “Are you gonna wake up?” “I have a hard life baby girl. A little bit of extra sleep is necessary for me.” What does that even mean?

My voice was a ghostly shadow of itself, but the promise behind it was absolute. "You think... you’ve won. You’re going to... you're going to regret this." “Help..” I wheezed despite gathering strength in every fiber of my body. I tried, I tried to fight, to stay alive, my body responded to the toxins pulling it down. I slumped onto the cold stone, the sky above Boston turning black as the world finally went silent.

“I wish. But it’s true… or as much as the report says it is. It is impossible that he hasn’t tapped into his magick or he hasn’t felt it because he is powerful. We’ve been having reports of surges of elemental activities where he is located. Could also be the reason why he lives so isolated, is because he’s been trying to manage this alone for a long time and you know magick manifests at fourteen. So he’s been at this too long alone.” My heart constricts inside my chest at what my mother is saying. A powerful Warlock, living in the Mundane world alone, without any knowledge about the Magickals. And he is isolated here as he is from his roots. I don’t know how he could have gone this long wit