Magic Story Novels & Stories

"She doesn’t recognize the top model, Scarlett Cohen, and is not bothered about what is going on. She doesn’t hesitate to admire things closely… She talks with non-living things… Pretty amazing... She is my t-y-p-e…" As Shishir was trying to assume thing and had already started to built castle in the air,suddenly he saw a man in his mid-twenties approaching her. Shishir's castle was about to be destroyed in no second. So he held his heart tight and waited for what was coming.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

Ten years from now. "Your kids will never find their mates because they are born without the bond of mate in their life." The Moon goddess made it very clear. "But if they still find their mates then calamity awaits you and your tribe." My whole family looked shocked and disappointed but still my mother refused to believe the moon goddess. She never cared about what other people said, not even the moon goddess. When the moon goddess left our premises my mother held us in her arms and said. "You will find your mate when the right time come, love is different it comes in many size and forms. Don't worry about it."

The beauty of nature. Once that was done, she tossed the rabbits away. They scampered off like it was all in a day’s work. “Thank you,” I said. I wasn’t going to shake hands. “You were right.” “Love,” said the Magi. Then she made a circle with her finger and thumb and poked it again. I wasn’t entirely sure what she was trying to say, but she obviously knew how to break the spell on Jenny. Could all of the Queen’s spells be broken with a shag, or did it only work if you were in love? Was that what she was trying to say?

“He won’t tell me what I really am, so I said, if I do magic, I must be a magician.” Grandma laughed, and I headed for the stairs, wondering how I would climb them all. Under her breath, I heard her say, “Close. Not a magician… a mage.”

I inhale sharply. Whoever cast this… They weren’t merely powerful, they were brilliant. Layer upon layer of enchantment folds over itself so seamlessly that even another witch might walk past without noticing. I close my eyes again. The world around me disappears. Only the spell remains. I don’t attack it. That would be a mistake. Power answers power, violence answers violence. No… Magic has a language. Every spell tells a story. Every enchantment leaves fingerprints. I simply begin reading. Slowly.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Or perhaps, I thought, dread creeping in, it was magic. That had to be it. Magic was the only explanation. Only those with mana—like wizards, alphas, or betas—could read such messages. I was just a regular wolf with no special powers, no magical sight to unveil the secrets hiding within. It felt unfair, like the universe itself was conspiring to keep me in the dark. I groaned, gripping the letter tighter before quickly loosening my hold, afraid I’d accidentally crumple the delicate paper. Hopeless. That’s what this was.

But that would only happen for a normal human. I pulled out a strand of my hair and then my eyes gleamed Scarlett red. I chanted a spell as I held on to the hair and it suddenly turned to a small bird. I let the bird fly out through the window, controlling it till it landed somewhere in the forest. It was a simple teleportation spell. One I never learnt or remembered acquiring in the first place. All I knew was, the spell was always in me and now again, it was going to be handy for me. My eyes gleamed red again as I chanted the finishing spell. I closed my eyes and as I opened them, the moonlight's gaze was what welcomed me first and the gentle breeze that came with it. It was mainly dark bu

They can only do things like make a little fire, fix a broken glass, or something not very substantial. However, in my case I cannot do any of that. I tried many times to do something out of mage paper but I just couldn't. Only ten percent of the population in Eravia can't perform even a simple sorcery out of mage paper—the most basic sorcery that a pure blooded mage can do, and I'm part of it. Fortunately, through years of practice, I've learned how to dance in the water's surface, a dancing trick Mistress Ursula had taught me. Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right?