Magic Scroll Novels & Stories

She hesitated for only a moment before reaching out. Her fingers touched the surface of the mirror and she felt it, old, but not solid. She swallowed, then took the scroll with slightly shaky hands. The moment she did, the reflection released it. Its hand slowly withdrew back into the mirror, and just like that, the cracks vanished. The surface smoothed out completely, returning to normal as if nothing had happened. Zayla stood there for a second, frozen, the scroll in her hands. “…What was that…?” she whispered.

My eyes darted from line to line until something caught my attention Moon Draining Art. My breath hitched. I read faster, heart pounding. It was a forbidden technique, one designed to siphon dark magic into a vessel. Once contained, the vessel could be destroyed… eliminating the source entirely. .

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

From this close, she could feel the slight chill rising off him, and her breath caught in her throat. “Stunning…” she whispered, her eyes shining up at him. “Ahem… What kind of Majyk was that?” “Mental Majyk. It allows all beings here translate written language the reader can understand when viewed.” He countered, averting his gaze. “But it keeps the original traces of the author. So, you should still see the symbols. This is a spell I am working to create. This parchment allows me to test the Majyk damaging nothing. If the parchment senses something in the Lias that would make the spell invalid, it removes it.”

They knew that they had been chosen for a special purpose, their bodies now infused with the magic of Selene's blessing. The mage's next enchantment held a promise of impenetrable defense. With intricate gestures and whispered incantations, Selene summoned a shimmering shield of energy that surrounded each soldier. This shield, woven with strands of ancient magic, would render them impervious to missiles and weapons forged from lead, providing an invaluable advantage on the battlefield.

“Okay, Penny, you’re with me, Reagan, you’re with Meadow.” “What do I have to do?” Penny asks. “Just hold this for me,” I tell her, handing her the potion for the spell. Meadow and I stand beside each other and begin chanting the spell. We dip our hand into our pot of potion and watch as the potion absorbs into the spell and disappears. “Whoa, that’s really cool. But what does it do?” Reagan asks. “It sends up an alarm when someone with an evil intent to the pack comes through. It won’t harm them and it won’t stop them, but it will give us warning,” Meadow tells her.

“Yes, you are right. You can go find a mirror or use your smartphone to check your look.” Nadine took out her smartphone and suddenly screamed in happiness, “How did this happen? My bullet scar on my face is gone.” ‘Yep, no woman dislikes beauty.’ I let Aluna play with Nadine while I asked Linda, “I have bought all kinds of magical items; can you use the scanning machine to record the frequency of the triggered magic from the old magic parchment?” “Yes,” Linda said. “I took one old parchment that is supposed to have fire magic. And I placed it inside the scanning machine, then activated it, a fireball appeared, and Linda recorded the entire process.”

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell - Walter Scott _______________ Magic made my nose itch. The green, brown herbal powder was charged with it when Sara had finished working the spell. I never thought magic would’ve been so tangible before today. In all of Balric’s memories of it, I had never remembered such a feeling. It chilled me to the bone or maybe that came from sitting in the wet earth, surrounded by a damp, chilly fog of the very early morning.

I jumped to the level of the god just for myself to get punched back down. I could hear the concrete falling and the feet of the god matching towards me. I felt his heavy extremities, like the hoof of a horse on my neck. I managed to tilt my neck over to Maria, having an eye contact with her was enough until I saw what she was trying to do. She was trying to harness to power of "Gesture Magic." The most destructive of all magic and not just that, failure to get the right spell on time will eat the practitioner from the inside.

His pointed nose complemented his prominent cheekbones. "And that's Amara Zhane Constantine." I focused my attention on the one and only girl in their group. Unlike me, who has paperwhite skin, she had a burnished complexion. When Alistair spoke, her gleaming, heavenly-white teeth flashed as she smiled. Her pointed nose, red lips, and beautiful brown eyes stood out. Her graceful and elegant actions captivated me. I think I've found another girl crush! "Of course, there is Zeeve Maxim Bullecer."