Magic Maker: How To Create Magic Novels & Stories

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.

A small smile on his face. "You lose your touch so quickly, princess?" He sarcastically asked, watching me as I struggle to try and summon anything. Ignoring me, he start circling around me. Refusing to give him my back, I turn and watch him as he slowly walks. His foot steps thudded agaisnt the dirt, little clouds poofing lightly into the air. "A wizzards greatest trick," he paused, clearing loving the dramatic effect he held. "Is to always be aware. Aware of what makes magic tick for you," Pausing he summoned a small horse made of water into his hand with ease as he spoke. The horse galloped, water splashing where it's hooves landed just above his palm. Awe and curiousity had my feet walki

She looked at Mona and exhaled heavily, “Do you know of a magic that could create a puppet version of a person?” “Yeah of course there is. You could use some medium for example wax, clays or sands.. so it would look like you except for the fact that you wouldn’t be harmed even if the puppet is destroyed.” “And if they are destroyed, those puppet will return to the medium it was used?” Rose saw Mona who nodded her head up and down, appearing confused as to how she knew about this. Rose massaged her forehead and sat down to her couch. She could see it would be useless for her to chase after the maid, especially when she would be long gone by now.

“Now, I want you to picture in your head how you want to remove the infection.” “Remove the infection?” I give him a confused look. “How am I going to do that?” “It’s up to you. The more important thing is how your magic is going to take shape to heal him. You can imagine operating him on the spot with your mind.” I wince at his suggestion. “You say my magic is going to take shape based on my imagination. Does that mean that I should picture anything as long as the method coincides with the purpose?” The doctor blinks and then smiles. “My lady, you have a natural understanding to the arts. And yes, that is exactly right.”

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

Zeke cursed then whispered, “I don’t want to miss this.” I could hear the sound of his footfalls and knew he had run back into the house. Returning to the task at hand, I thought of my brother and the role he filled in my life. He’d been my first best-friend, and my first enemy. This time around, I didn’t have to put much effort into it. Cordelia had been right when she said knowing my magical type would make it easier to call it forth. All I had to do was create a mental image of what I wanted, and I felt the electrifying stir of magic in my gut. Reaching out, I tapped into it and let it solidify the picture I’d created.