Magic Story Novels & Stories

“Mage spells don’t work on me.” I stared at her wide-eyed as she leaned back with a huge grin. She then motioned for the maids to start working, and they finally started to wash my hair. “Alright!”Miaka clapped her hands together and looked at Kenna for approval. Upon her nod, she turned back to me. “It’s story time.” I nodded. I was dying to hear about what she was going to explain. I wanted to know more about the world I was getting into.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I raised an eyebrow at his story, still not understanding its relevance. "One day the man and the woman had a baby girl. But this girl was no ordinary girl. She was special," he said, inspecting his nails casually. Then his eyes lifted to mine. "She was one born of magic, and of the moon." Shock ripped through my body at his words, but I schooled my face into neutrality. "And what does this fairytale have to do with me?" I asked. Damion burst out laughing and slapped his knee. Within an instant, he had shoved himself off of the stool and dropped down on his knees in front of me so that we were eye to eye.

But he didn't mind, "Alright, go grab your things. We're going out." Hopefully he'll manage to cheer her up. * As cliché as it sounds, Saga had bring her to go to the nearest arcade in town and surprisingly she have a very good time. It took her mind off things, and she must admit Saga did a wonderful job at cheering her up. They did not know what to play at first but then they ended up playing this shooting game machine called aliens and killed a bunch of them, it was a stress relief really. They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance.

“Hey! This is cheating. I drank that yucky potion. Where is my candy now?” She took out the candy waved it in front of me and said, “Come and get it.” I wasn’t falling for her trick. The last time she had made me run around the house behind her. Technically she ran and I trudged behind her slowly while she teased me with the candy. I raised my arms and used magic to whisk the candy out of her hands. I had already popped it into my mouth before she could understand what was happening. Zarina’s face turned paler than a ghost and she said, “I had told you not to use magic, Aurora.”

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati

Moon took a deep breath then looked at the second gate of Moonlight. "It's only been a week but the Moonlight gate has rusted right away." Moon looked at the speaker, Dark. Behind her are Ice, Cloud, Star and Fly. "Because the magic that wraps it around is gone, that's why." Fly said and started walking in. "Magic? There's magic wrapped in it." Star said then went inside the Moonlight gate. "Admiral's magic, he maintains a good atmosphere." Fly said then looked at Moon's direction.

“Do you understand me?” The mage reached into my bag and plucked out his book. “Most fairy creatures speak the common tongue,” he told me, smoothing the cover of the book beneath his fingers covetously. “He should... ah, see.” The little fairy man stepped onto my hand and let me transfer him into the bag. “He’ll eat whatever you have in there,” Rivyn cautioned me. “Fairies are always hungry.” “I caught a rabbit,” I reclaimed it from the grasses. “Oh, good,” he looked pleased. “I am hungry.”

"She needed to go back to find a solution!" "A solution?" I laughed out loud. "Damian, let me tell you a little fact. Isla isn't a shaman. She's a con artist. Her 'magic' is just a few party tricks." "Impossible! Her bloodline..." "Her bloodline?" I cut him off. "She's a mixed-blood, and a weak one at that. Her so-called shamanic magic comes from a beginner's guide she bought from a dusty, secondhand bookstore." I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end.

I might as well ask some questions if I need to be awake to meet the Council soon. "It's kinda complicated. That water runs through my veins, like blood. So, it's actually magic. I figured the only way to kill a magic fire was with magic water. And it worked," he shrugs like it's not big thing. But it is! Its a huge thing!