Magic Maker: How To Create Magic In Another World Novels & Stories

This is what my mother always taught me. All I need is an illusion. I closed my eyes and started with my magic. In a few seconds, I managed to create what looked like a magic portal. And now, my wolf. I copied from the memory of what my wolves look like combined. I began to sketch in my mind and materialized my creation through magic. Soon, I was able to form a white wolf with two different colors of blue and green painted around their irises. It was a save, but not perfect as I dropped the portal just as soon as I created it.

I said to Maverick when he just stayed in his spot. He teleported towards me with no argument. "This will take some time to make it just the way you want. So how about we start the shape and size. After that we can do the weather and everything else in between after that." I said as I grabbed his hand and put it over the page. I pushed my power into his hand so that he could create his realm the way he wanted it to be. "Okay. Now what am I suppose to do?" He asked me right away.

“You’ll go where I will it. You’ll go to him.” The Mirror pulsed. A heartbeat. Mine? Its? Both? “We shall see.” Carrying the Mirror physically was impossible. Even if I’d had the strength, dragging such an object through the halls of Pearl Pack would have drawn every eye. No — this called for deeper magic. I had prepared the spell for weeks. A pocket world — a fold of space that existed only in the realm between magic and shadow. A place to hide things too dangerous for mortal hands. I spread my palms, the bone key biting into my skin until blood welled. I pressed my blood to the floor, tracing the circle, the runes, the doorway between worlds. My voice shook as I chanted, the words tasting

Anyway, my main goal is to find them soon, my efforts are not comparable to my happiness with them. .. As time went on doing magic, I was quite concerned about my ability to be able to do magic without casting spells. I got an idea to try to make magic, maybe it's called Magic Creation. The magic that I will make is healing magic, I was inspired by the mmorpg game that I played.

The spell read: "For the love of all that is magic, I shall find that who was made specially for me. Thou shall love me and cherish me for all thy days to come, Thou shall make me feel on top of the world and bring me a type of happiness that rivals few. And we shall forever be in love with each other till the end of days. Instructions: Say the poem three times, stamp your left foot two times and stamp the right one four times. Clap your hands five times and close your eyes." Suddenly, Matilda found herself saying the words of the poem out loud. She said it three times, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and

he said. She shook her head, stepping sideways so that he was no longer standing so close to her. "Don't worry about it." "It came out well," he said, walking slowly around the dark room, running his fingers over the edges of the chemical pans. "Are you happy with it?" Emma glanced around the room. "They did a good job." "Have you ever thought of starting a website? You could do family portraits, or weddings." Emma shook her head. "I'm not good enough to get paid for it."

” “Ooh, so what you're saying is there's a whole different world just for magical beings, just like the human world?” “Yes dear” “So this school…Oakwood school is in this mystical world?” “That is correct” “So how do we get to this world? Are we gonna take a plane or…” “Haha no child. It's a whole different world, we can't get there by human means. I'll create a portal that will haul us straight to the mystical land.” He explained. “Ooh, that makes more sense,” I said, nodding my head in understanding.

I could feel my own magic stirring at the edges of my awareness, eager, demanding, whispering of power waiting to be shaped. And yet, there was caution here too. This was not a trinket to toy with. The book was clear: to create a domain, one had to pour themselves into it entirely. Every thought, every intention, every fragment of magic within your soul would bind it to the space. It was not merely a sanctuary, it was a reflection of the witch herself. If I failed, it could collapse, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, and potentially destroying the magic I had worked so hard to master or even destroying me.

' Do you know what Expression magic is" he asked me. I shook my head. Never heard of it. “It is an old magic, practiced long ago. It is the strongest magic. The wielder of it does not need spells or books to create anything. Fully mastered, and the wielder of that magic could build a whole city out of thin air. They could also destroy an entire realm with the snap of their fingers, if they wished. The wielder of it uses their will, or emotions, and channels it into power. It corrupts, because wielders have a hard time controlling it. Expression was used by some of the strongest witches of all time, until it fell into the wrong hands.

I made a promise to myself that I would only use the magic for good and never let it harm anyone. As I delved deeper into the book, I discovered more and more secrets that left me in awe. I learned that it's possible to manipulate the elements and control the forces of nature. I could summon spirits and communicate with the dead. I could even bend reality to my will and create illusions that were indistinguishable from reality. …Salena POV…