Magic Power Web Novels & Stories

"Why will you ask such a question?" "Is it possible?" I ignored her question and she nodded. "Yeah, it is very possible but impossible." She said and I frowned. "What do you mean by that?" "The moon powers can only be retrieved with the Suppressing power lantern, it absorbs all powers straight to the lantern and the person will totally become normal and useless,worse and might face his/her death. It's impossible because nobody would dare go against the Moon King or goddess without getting killed." She said and I gave a long sigh.

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.

Magic is power. Anyone who tells you differently is fooling themselves. And with power comes prices. The question is always what the price will be. Will I be able to speak after expending my power, or will I be bedridden to ensure that everything happens the way it is supposed to?

Her vision swam as she tried to focus on the pages, searching for anything that could help. A passage written in her mother's careful hand flashed before her, When power overwhelms, remember: magic is not just will, it is breath. Breathe in the world's energy. Breathe out your intent, let it flow through you, not from you. Become the channel, not the source. Become the channel, not the source- Korra muttered.

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

She obliged but only on the strict condition that she would no longer do stupid shit like that. "I mean it, Malia, if I ever catch you doing black magic ever again, you will be without your powers forever." Magdalene said sternly, and she agreed that she would never do that again. She got her powers back. I suspected that she was still practicing it, but I never caught her in the act, or maybe she just got better at hiding it.

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

"So it was always a school?" "No." Gogo’s dark eyes gleamed. "At first, it was a refuge. A secret. Then, as more of us were born into power, it became something greater." She set the spoon down with a deliberate clink. "But remember this, Sthandwa—no matter how polished the halls or how sweet the smiles, everyone there is still a predator in their own way." Rita’s fingers tightened around her cup. "Witches covet power. Werewolves hunger for dominance. Vampires? They crave control." Gogo reached across the table, pressing a beaded bracelet into Rita’s palm. "You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely."

His forehead shone with sweat that trickled down his back, soaking his inner shirt. Things had gone wrong very quickly. He had not meant to be thrown out. He just wanted to prove to Damien that he was not the only one with power here, but now he was going to be losing profit worth millions! For even though MAGIC was going through hard times, it still gave the best ROI (Return on Investment) compared to other fashion and entertainment companies. If it was restored to it's former glory, it would definitely do better in profits, than it had done in the previous years.

"So you’re on our side?" He shook his head, smiling in that sad way. "There are no sides, June. Just interests. My bosses wanted the building gone so they could sell these instead." He nodded at the blue seeds. "Safe Magic. No human souls needed. But now, people just pay a monthly f*e." June’s stomach twisted. "So it’s the same thing. Just a new boss." "Exactly," he said. "But I’ve got a secret." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful of real, brown dirt. "The power you have, June—it can’t be copied by a machine. But it can be planted."