Magic In Fantasy Novels & Stories

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

It was something her father decided to share, making it look like it was the only way to send secret letters with magic. Depending on the family, the magic they had was different. There was Arcane magic, enchantment magic, summoning magic, holy magic, world magic, demonic magic, and pure magic. While the royal family and the Kristen family used Arcane magic, the Adamantine family used enchantment magic. The church used holy magic, gods used world magic, magical beings used pure magic, and last she heard, the Empire of Illumine specialized in summoning magic and demonic magic.

"Can you or can't you?" She arched an eyebrow. "Don't get impatient, princess. Magic's an art, not a state of mind, that takes time." I groaned. "Then we're lost." Liam snorted. Magda hesitated, her trembling hand held in mid-air. "All right, all right. I can do that. But there's a catch." "There always is," I said to her. "The spell won't hold," she informed me. "It will dissolve if it catches a scent of blood. If you get slashed up in an accident or intentionally and start to bleed, then the glamour will start to unravel until your body can heal itself."

"Why go so fast?" He asked suspiciously. “I have no money on me! What I just gave him was a handkerchief, my magic is sketchy, it will show up in no time.” "What? If you don't have money, say it soon, I can make it out." "So what's the difference?" “My magic is higher than yours.” He kindly reminded the girl who was looking at him with a scornful expression. “The main difference is the imagination, and the duration is long or short.”

Soren has been patient and helped me, he's doing his best to see me better. "I don't want this to happen to me," I said determinedly. Ishtar seems satisfied and then stands in the middle of the room and I see Victor sitting with a tablet in his hands. He's never not working. "Magic works in a relatively simple way, all beings are born with a soul, this soul is something very complex and difficult to understand, but all souls carry "mana", which is where we can manipulate the magic that exists in the world." Ishtar then moved her hand and I saw her fingertips glow.

What she believe is that it is a power that is bestowed to her by the goddess of the moon. This is what the book says. Magic isn't an explainable thing that are happening in this world within. Being able to manifest things that are far from normal is magic. Is magical... having the divinity of allowing a user control elements as such water, fire, air, wind, earth, light, darkness, and many more things that are yet to discover. Even the strength and power of healing is a magic too. Now I somehow feel bad for thinking this way because this kind of thinking that I have is not those who are part of the wolf tribe since everyone in this wolvendom believes the magic is something the is just a m

“Feeling for its resonance. Magic, technically.” “Metal is magic?” “No, not on its own, but it holds magic in different volumes depending on the chemical makeup. It’s like… teeny-tiny, damn near microscopic traces of our world's magic trapped within, and people like me can draw it out and manipulate it.” “But you don’t like tin, huh?”

And how did it differed from the magic she knew. “This,” Fenryn then continued, “is why our mages are under tight restrictions. Their magic is born of the old Gods, and it is because of this; that they are easily possessed by them.” This man continued to surprise her with the vast knowledge he possessed. Just who was he, really? “The Malruthiia.” She said quietly, “that is what we call those who live with the humans.” Though she explained this, her true attention was still upon the sword. The more she looked at it, the more she thought she understood.

Jane’s POV “What’s the difference?” I asked. From the tone of her voice I could tell that she was going to start preaching to me but I was beyond that. I didn’t want to hear her preachings. “Nothing,” she shrugged while folding her arms. “Magic is not some cool power you can use for an upgrade. It’s more than that. Magic is a lifestyle. With magic you can create and destroy. With magic you can build and take down. Magic can be beautiful and it can be ugly. You don’t want to have magic with an ugly soul. Take it from me, it is never a good sign.”

Adrian then replied to her, "There are flames that are rarer than others and for magic beasts it's the colors that are rarer than others. Magic beasts of level 1, 2 and 3 are usually yellow, green and blue, respectively they can use wind, earth and water, then other colors appear. The magic beasts red and silver that can use fire and lightning, appear generally only from level 4, while those that can use light and darkness and are white and black in color only appear from level 8. As for the ones that have a purple color and can use metal, they are the rarest ones and it is very difficult to find them before level 10." Cassy couldn’t believe it, the fact that magic beasts could actually use