Magic Story Novels & Stories

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

"Why go so fast?" He asked suspiciously. “I have no money on me! What I just gave him was a handkerchief, my magic is sketchy, it will show up in no time.” "What? If you don't have money, say it soon, I can make it out." "So what's the difference?" “My magic is higher than yours.” He kindly reminded the girl who was looking at him with a scornful expression. “The main difference is the imagination, and the duration is long or short.”

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

The Enchanted Realm's magic, once distant and ethereal, now courses through their veins, a vibrant current that ignites their very essence. With every page turned and every scroll unraveled, the lines between their world and the hero's narrative begin to blur, merging into a mesmerizing mosaic of fate. The Enchanted Realm's history melds with the new character's present, like paint on an artist's canvas, blending colors and stories to form a tapestry that defies the boundaries of time and space. The past and the present intermingle, their stories interwoven in a symphony that carries the echoes of forgotten ages.

They released each other and she said; " let this mark a new beginning of the relationship between the wolves and Fairies" she raised her right arm with her fist tightened and everyone raised their arms in approbation. "Are you ready to go home?" Nuala turned to Conri and gave a wide smile, by home she was referring to Greiner. He smiled back at her. Prologue Saria was running in the woods till she tripped and fell. She sat right back up, teeth bared and screamed. She had nowhere to go, she stood up slowly and kept walking till she heard footsteps and she hid behind a fallen tree.

Then she said, "I suppose you, children, have been taught to disbelieve in magic?" "Well...we used to but..." said Cassandra. "Of course you have! And rightly so. Because there is no magic — or precious little of it — in this impure world, anymore. But that doesn't mean there never was. The world where magic originated is called the World Beyond. And it is, or was, connected to countless mortal entrances." "Wait a minute, the World Beyond? Is it like another dimension or something?" Cassandra asked.

He has two magic. On the mirror magic up, in front, we can see two ladies. One was holding a water ball and the other one has light ball, just like mine. At first, I thought she wasn’t able to control her magic that’s why it scattered to the whole arena but judging the look o her face. She was bragging. She was totally showing off. Light is a rare magic, during my father teenage years, he was the only one wo had it. That’s how rare it was. And it looks like in my generation, there’s two of us. On rare cases, when a mage is strong, Magic can be inherited from your parents but most of the time the magic itself can choose you. It looks like the latter’s her case. To me, I was strong enough to i

The girl took out a brown-bound book and started reading the notes inside. Ana continued to go deeper and deeper. At the moment she hadn't found anything. There was not a single animal roaming around and nothing strange. Ana continued walking about five hundred meters from the entrance gate, Ana found a tree like the one described in the book. Ana stared at the tree and then read the note in the book. 'Two trees with carvings of five crescents that seem to reflect light.' Ana held the carved symbol of one of the trees. "There is no mistake, this must be the tree in book." Ana looked around, there was nothing special around there.

A husky depth that is a little lower than most femmes, but it’s melodic. “Yes!! I love your stories.” I reply in unleashed excitement, hurrying to lie back down in my bed and eager to hear this one. I bounce, and shuffle, while still holding her hand and wriggle myself down like a squirming caterpillar into my sheets once more, pushing my head back against my cushion, sinking in. I don’t care why she’s come in through my window and not the door. Or why she came in the night, I want to be a good girl and listen to her magical adventure story. The one in which a wolf learns magic. That’s crazy, and even I know that wolves can do no such thing!

His finger points to the spot where the stamp was. It’s gone now. But not the drawing. “No, that’s not-” No, that’s nothing. I shake and dart my eyes to Maddie. But she still won’t look at me. Why won’t she look at me? I don’t know why, but it doesn’t matter if she does or not because I need to correct this. “It’s not a message. It’s a spell.” “A spell?” Mykhol raises a brow. “Yes.” I nod, going on. “It’s a spell. For luck.”