Magic Maker: How To Create Magic Novels & Stories

"Your magic is a part of you as I'm sure you would know by now. You don't need to think too hard about it. Now, what I want you to do is create monsters in your head, including every quality you want them to have, then summon them into being." Karissa teaching me magic with patience wasn't something I had expected. It was scaring me because it could mean that she planned to keep me here for a long time. We had been practicing magic for three days now outside the building where I was being held captive and I still couldn't create monsters like I had done before In school subconsciously. Even with that, she did not hurt me or get angry at me. And that terrified me.

Once the door is closed, the only light that filters in is through the gaps in the thatched roof. Pushing the wicker basket to one side, I get to my feet and stand in the middle of the room, searching for a place to create a window. This will be the most complicated bit of magic I have performed till date, even more complicated than shrinking the wooden logs, since it involves breaking something down. My magic is trained to build, not to break.

After a short conversation about how to use magic power, he closed the chat and returned to his minions. "Let's start with the basics then..." Every type of magic involved four steps: Gathering mana from the ambient or the user, condensing it into a malleable sphere of energy, transform it through a chant, and releasing the spell to the target. You can shorten every step with enough practice or assistance of magic tools, but never skip any of them.

Touché' I think to myself, she is actually sort of fun. "How would I use magic to turn those two jealous idiots into green jealous idiots? Only temporarily?" I see her smile just slightly; I think I would like to party with this girl. It really is hard to believe she is over a hundred years old. "Akira, we've never explored potions yet, those usually work for temporary effects. However, magic works by just finding your center and imagining the person you want to look like green. To make sure it's delivered on the internet over a cable wire, you should even wave your hand at them. You just have to find your center and see them as their normal color once you decide you don't want them to appea

Instinctively, he took half a step closer. Then he gave a cold snort. "Stop acting pitiful. Are you trying to compete for attention because you do not want your brother and sister to improve? "I am telling you, this is your role. I had you so you could serve as a warning to them. "The more you act like this, the less likely I am to let you out." Megan froze. Then she wiped her tears and ran toward the front door. "Zack, do not be scared! "I am going to get help right now. Wait for me!"

After nearly a month of studying magic day and night, I can proudly say that I have made no progress in my journey as a magician! On the one hand, this is because the amount of magic I can use is really limited. The magic contract consumes my output like a bottomless pit, and what little remains can't be mobilized at all. On the other hand, it's Gray! He's a terrible teacher! "You have to turn your magic into cool silk threads, then wrap them around your hands and imagine them turning into birds that fly to the wound, and then you can use the healing spell."

"I want you to create a weapon. Something made purely of your magic. Something that can harm but not kill." "Like what?" I asked. "That's for you to decide," Ysara said. "Your power will shape itself based on your intent. Focus on what you need and let it manifest." I closed my eyes, reaching for Luna. My power responded light swirling around my hands. I imagined a blade, sharp and bright. When I opened my eyes, I was holding a sword made of pure white light. It hummed with energy, solid despite being made of magic. "Excellent," Ysara said. "Now attack me."

"Follow them exactly. Do not improvise. Do not skip steps. Magic is precise work." I opened the box. Inside lay several vials—powders, dried herbs, and a liquid that shimmered wrong in the candlelight. "What does it do?" I asked. "Creates susceptibility. Makes the target more open to suggestion and more inclined to see you favorably. It doesn't create love. Doesn't force bonds. Just... opens doors that were previously closed." Not control. Just influence. I could live with that. "How do I use it?" "The instructions are detailed. But essentially—you'll create a brew. Add it to his drink. Once consumed, he'll be more receptive to you for approximately three days. Enough time to plant seeds. Ma

"Like teleportation?" "Similar, but more complex. You have to visualise your destination perfectly. See it in your mind—every detail, every angle. The magic uses that image as an anchor point. If the image is unclear, if you don't know the place well enough—" He shrugged. "The portal won't form properly. You could end up nowhere. Or worse, dead." "How can I do that?" Annie had asked. "Concentration. Focus. You create the flame—larger than usual, big enough to step through. Then you hold the image of where you want to be in your mind while you step into the fire. The flames don't burn you; they carry you."

I simply looked at him with half-lidded eyes, trying my best to look seductive. “I said, get me pregnant. Do I really have to repeat myself?” I said confidently. “Don’t worry—you won’t have to take responsibility. I just want you to make me pregnant. You look good, and I think your genes would make beautiful children.” I pouted slightly, trying to look cute. “I really need to have a child already, and I need your help. Please… I’m begging you.” I slowly stepped closer to him, but he kept backing away, his face filled with disbelief.