Novel & Cerita Magic Maker: How To Create Magic

In this world, magic has been divided into two categories. The first one was the magic that used the magical energy of the user including a profound understanding of the magic theory plus a long year of practice and experiment to produce single stable magic for magicians to use. Even if that magic only has a function no different than a cigarette lighter. It still requires great resources and understanding of said magic to not make it unstable and turn into a bomb that might destroy or burn the user's hand.

I replied. "Mud bricks?" Tille asked curiously. I pointed to the ground and used my magic to make a square mud brick. I created a fire in my left hand while I used wind magic to circulate the warm air only in the area where the brick is. I increased the temperature a little bit as it's taking so long but the brick cracked so I tried again until I finally succeeded in hardening the brick.

"What?" "I said, are you ready for your magic lesson? Or are you too busy daydreaming about a certain alpha?" His eyes danced with mischief. Heat flooded my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure you don't. Come on, I've got something to show you." The garage was Theo's domain—half workshop, half organized chaos. He'd set up a workbench covered in wires, tools, and what looked like crystals. "Magic is like mechanics," he explained, holding up a circuit board. "It needs a path, a channel. Right now, your magic is like this." He flipped a switch and sparks flew everywhere. "Uncontrolled. Dangerous."

She smiled as she knew of my curious nature and answered patiently, “For some, yes, we can use those instead of spells.” “That’s awesome,” I told her. “Alright, about the thing you want me to do - the fake mark,” she said and then explained, “It’s actually very easy to do.” Hearing that it was easy to do made me let out a breath of relief. I thought it would be difficult or had to be done at a specific time, or we would need rare items for it. “There are only two steps in creating a fake mark,” she said. “What are the steps?” I asked.

“You’re complicating things too much.” “Is magic not complicated?” I snorted, recalling everything that’s happened, from the moment I stepped foot on that train. “Everything I’ve seen this far proves it is.” “Drawing it from a source or creating it yourself isn’t complicated. You’re simply starting too big, which is why you keep making things explode. If it wasn’t clear what element you’re pulling from, it is now.” He chuckled and brushed back the strands of bronze coated hair that fell over his forehead. “Pick something small; unlock a door, send a paper scattering in the breeze. Use the magic that’s inside of you, and keep trying until you gain control, then we’ll move onto something bigge

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

He is happy, and I tell myself to inspect him, save the image of his smile in my head because this might be the last time I ever see his face. My father isn't a supernatural creature. My grandmother told him to jump into his car, drive out into the woods, and let his heart guide us to the meeting place. She must have meant her magic. A human vehicle can't reach the other dimension where Magic Academy waits for me to enroll. My grandmother will take me there somehow, possibly by using flashy magic. "Let's park here,"

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."

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

“Self-generating, and threat-responsive. I’ve only seen these in historical texts. They’re supposed to be extinct.” “Well, congratulations,” I said weakly. “I just brought back an endangered species.” “This isn’t a joke, Val.” Caius moved closer to the barrier, his analytical mind clearly working overtime. “Do you understand what you’ve created? This type of magic requires decades of training. Centuries, even. And you just manifested it by accident.” “So I’m an overachiever, that’s nothing new. Can I make it disappear now?” “No.” He said it simply, like he was telling me the weather. “Not until your bloodline decides the threat has passed.”