Magic Scroll Novels & Stories

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

Sicca was doing everything he could to calm my nerves, but they were stubborn, refusing to bend. “Ready for a little magic?” His ice-blue eyes sparkled at me, playful and teasing. I nodded at him, then turned my gaze forward. He produced a small object from his pocket, almost like a miniature hockey puck. It was a vivid green. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it skimming across the gravel. As it landed, a green light shimmered upward from it. Sicca placed a steadying hand on my waist, guiding me toward the glowing patch. It shaped itself into an oval, like a massive mirror one could walk through.

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

Her eyes fixed on the scroll. Without asking, she reached out and touched it. The moment her fingers brushed the surface— The scroll bled. Dark red droplets began seeping from the parchment, trailing down her hands. The ink began to move on its own, writhing like a living thing, symbols shifting, ancient runes crawling across the page. Kade stumbled back. “That’s blood-binding magic—” Elaina stared at her stained fingers in horror. “Why is it bleeding?” Lucien tried to grab the scroll back, but it ignited in flame and disintegrated before he could.

She restrained herself, letting the threads of magic remain silent, subtle, ready to strike only if absolutely necessary. --- A servant approached Kael’s goblet, bowing low with practiced grace. Elara’s heart leapt. A faint shimmer beneath the servant’s cloak caught her eye—quick, almost invisible, but undeniable. Her magic flared instinctively, sending a ripple of light around the goblet, diverting the poisoned liquid into the crystal without spilling a drop. The servant froze, eyes wide, before smoothly continuing their service as if nothing had happened.

Marcus moved with the terrifying, explosive speed of a heavyweight slipping a punch. He didn't push Jack away, but he shifted his massive frame just enough to break the direct contact, catching Jack's slender wrists in his heavy, taped hands. Simultaneously, Marcus's dark brown irises shifted, the surface hardening into the flawless, reflective Silver Mirror. The pink light of Jack's magic hit Marcus's eyes and harmlessly deflected, dissolving into the sterile air of the bathroom. Jack blinked, his Pink Hearts fading back into a startled blue. "Marcus?"

Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.