Magic High Commission Novels & Stories

Clara’s eyes flickered over the coat of arms before gasping excitedly. “No way! It’s actually done being built?” She exclaimed, her lips pulling back into a smile. The way she grabbed my hands and squealed helped ease the ball of anxiety in my stomach, but only slightly. I still had this mountain of paperwork to deal with. The Magisterium, as Tristan and I named it, was the world’s first ever academy for the magical arts. When I presented the idea to Lola, she was absolutely ecstatic. I hadn’t wanted to put more on her plate, so I told her I’d take control of the project. She and Asher gave me everything I could’ve ever needed to kick start the thing.

She opened it and was shocked to see two old women in an ancient apparel. "Sharon we got some grand mummies here." Maggie said. One of the women snapped her finger and a force threw Maggie away causing her to crash on the table scattering it to pieces. "What do i have with you women?" Maggie said staggering to her feet. The other woman clinched her fist and Maggie couldn't breath as she felt an invisible hand choking her. She Dropped to her knees coughing out blood. "Respect the elders of magic." One of the woman said.

I'd just button up my shirt since this is one of the few valuable things I own, having managed to acquire it at a flea market I visited once for the five dollars it cost. Mr. Reap also talks about the prohibition on utilizing magic. I've never used magic, though there instances where I feel some emotion of mine coincidentally matched an outcome. But regardless, the rules go that something called discreet magic isn't allowed. Mr. Reap says we'll learn about that later in the majestic theory class.

"The charge is high sorcery and the proof is on the table. The girl confirms she is from a world of machines. This is dark magic." "It is not magic!" I yelled, picking up the book. I looked at the picture confused. I did not know how it was made but I knew it was not a curse. "It is a relic from her home. She is a traveler not a witch." "The Queen Mother had signed the order." Magnus said, pointing at the paper. "It is a law that you cannot break a Council order without a vote from the High Lords. The High Lords are beyond reach at the moment."

she looked round at them all, “And I have a plan.” The others looked at each other, hope rising in their hearts. “What plans do you have?” Diego asked eagerly. “I think it’s high time I return to MAGIC,” Lana announced, “The Queen needs her top designer back, don’t you think so?” The others looked at each other, “MAGIC?” They asked in puzzlement, “Isn’t that a subsidiary of Romero Empire?” “How would you be able to get in?” Liam said, “We’ve all been denied access to Romero Headquarters. MAGIC would not be an exception.”

"You haven't sent a messenger to reserve the space..." "And neither has the Ghost, right?" Madison retorted. She reached into her silk satchel and produced a heavy, silver-embossed tablet—the seal of the Montgomery High-Alpha. The manager’s knees hit the floor instantly. He didn't recognize Madison’s face, but he knew the scent of that silver seal. It carried the pheromones of Hudson Montgomery himself. "Forgive me! I didn't realize... a guest of the High-Alpha! Please, the grotto is yours."

He walked to the bronze door in a few steps and pushed it hard. A boom came from the bronze door. After a while, it slowly opened. Caspian had already guessed what would be placed on the tenth floor, so he was not too excited. The first volume of Blood Sacrifice Grand Magic was placed on the ninth floor. If everything went according to plan, the next volume of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Magic would be on the tenth floor. The only thing that made Caspian curious was why the next volume of Blood Sacrifice Grand Magic could only be learned when one was at Holy Land Realm.

They walked in the middle of the crowded streets, side by side, Leon holding the prince's hand in order not to lose him because he had the responsibility of protecting a royal outside the palace. After a few minutes, people were nowhere to be seen. The street was deserted, it was very dark, and smelled like lavender. They stopped in front of a small wooden door. Axel could read, The Magic Herbalist. “As you can see, she is a herbalist. People who cannot afford going to see a physician come here. She is very talented and well experienced.” “I see.” Axel nodded and Leon knocked. “Come in.”

She told Walter in her brat manner. Walter won't allow it. He served the late queen Magenta for almost sixty years with loyalty. While she was alive, she told him that when using the Heart of Magic, it takes courage and control to achieve its certain power. You can use its power if necessary but with limitations. Once, the Heart of Magic will be wielded by someone with a dark desire in her heart, it will vanish on her own and find a person who will serve to be its new master. "Why the rush? We are now peaceful and growing! You can't use its power wherever you like!" Walter advise her.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in