Magic Maker: How To Create Magic Novels & Stories

Rita The hall buzzed with energy as students gathered for their first practical magic class. The space, usually reserved for assemblies, had been transformed—circles of salt and herbs marked workstations, and the air hummed with the residue of old spells. Rita stood beside Freda, watching as the instructor—a stout witch with silver-streaked braids—demonstrated a basic energy channeling exercise. "Focus on the earth beneath you," the teacher intoned. "Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."

"Shh, if you don't keep it down, then I won't be able to show you any trick." He nodded frantically, those wide eyes of his desperate to see what I could do. Marla had told me severally that I was never meant to show off with my magic, but surely it wouldn't hurt to dazzle my younger self. I snapped my finger, creating a figure out of thin air and he gasped, a fascinated smile stretching his smooth cheeks. I gently moved the fire closer to his face and with another snap of my finger, it disappeared right before my mother walked in again.

I can hear the fast rush of water as the blood forms into different parts, creating this monster. I can feel it in my veins, and I can feel something too wet and sticky in my panties. My toes curl as I press my legs together. "You did it." Jaden whispers, his voice breaking the tension. I reopen my eyes, and in front of us is... A monster. It's small, not exactly mighty and strong like Jaden's and it's about to wither, it falls to the side. I think my magic is not strong enough to keep it lasting for long. The monster starts melting. But I fucking did it. "I created a monster!" I shriek in excitement, laughing so hard that I spin around and throw my hands around Jaden's neck without even rea

—actually using the power to do something tangible rather than simply experiencing it. "I'm going to place a candle in front of you," Morgana said, positioning a white taper candle about three feet away from where Aria sat. "I want you to light it using your magic." "How?" Aria asked. "I don't know how to do that." "You will intuitively know," Morgana said. "Your power is ancient and instinctive. Trust it. Close your eyes, connect with the silver light, and then imagine the flame coming to life. See it in your mind first, and then let your magic make it real."

Time to hide. Not tonight. Not with thunder shaking the windows. Not with her wolf pacing at the edges of her thoughts. Not with Ghost just on the other side of the wall, calm and steady and smelling like everything her instincts wanted to crawl toward. “Focus,” she muttered at her reflection—flushed cheeks, damp curls clinging to her temples, pupils too wide. “You’re fine. You’re a functioning adult. You are absolutely… fine.” She wasn’t fine. She tugged one of Ghost’s shirts over her head—one of the soft, oversized ones he’d left folded on the counter before ducking away to give her privacy. It swallowed her whole, falling to her mid-thigh, warm from the bathroom’s lingering steam.

"Have a go." I looked into his eyes. I couldn't help but quirk my brows shaking my head and told him, "How do I start?" "Feel it to yourself. You are an expert in this matter, you can paint an image in just two hours that no one else can imitate." Wow! I know I have witch blood but how did I do that so fast? What if I just did magic before to make it quick? "I believe that..." He gestured with his hand along with a shrug. "You can paint Lily. Just close your eyes and imagine her face, her position and surroundings."

I asked the matriarch, and she looked puzzled at me. "Why do you want to help him?" asked the matriarch curiously. "Because I don't know what I would do if something happened to my daughter, and I can't imagine the kind of pain that man can carry," I replied seriously, and the matriarch smiled. "You are very noble and gentle, but magic can only happen if he truly believes in it," the matriarch said, and I understood the subtext. "To firmly believe in magic, you must create with great faith in the Goddess. You may see her, but if you don't feel that faith, it won't do any good."

I didn't let her finish before I walked over to the bed, and closed in, the image completely distorted until it fades away. I'm familiar with this technique, there's a person who can do this that I know so well, it was Alexandra, who no doubt had created a spitting image of herself here. The ability is image duplicate, just like creating an illusion, setting it up and making it do whatever you want within that short period of time. However, there were limits to what it can say, actions it can perform, and the creator must be really good with magic. Exactly why it's repeating words.

A small gasp escaped my lips when I sighted something move really fast in the sky. Oh my God! It's a shooting star! I stared at it in awe, it was so beautiful. 'Make a wish' Closing my eyes I took in a deep breath. "I-I wish.. i would finally be happy for once in my life." Opening my eyes, I watched as the star moved pass me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling like things are going to be okay for me. I would finally be happy.

"You have to breathe in. " "Why? I'm tired of this, I don't just get it, is that how you do it? " "I told you that you have to feel yourself. Magic comes from you and not from the motions you make. You have to listen to me. " "Just let's do this once and get it over and done with, I'm really not feeling okay now. " The old man just stood there with his hand behind his back, he just couldn't believe the audacity of this little one.