Magic Story Novels & Stories

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

There are many tales that explain why the Game Maker doesn’t age, tales of fiction with increments of truth. Some say the Game Maker’s mate was a powerful witch, scorned when she caught him with another woman. As she killed the Game Maker’s mistress, she devised a plot. Instead of killing the Game Maker, she cursed him and halted the aging process. He would never cross death’s doors and reunite with his beloved. There are hundreds of tales similar to this, all fairytales of magical beings and curses born from a black heart. “I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree.” I chuckled, taking a bite of my grilled cheese. Even though I ate at the diner two times a week, Andy’s bacon grilled

A thick book greeted me. Wait! This is the book Luna was reading before. I read the book's title. 'The Mystery of the Madag Forest' Madag Forest? Isn't this the forest that everyone fears? I opened the book and started reading it. It took me an hour to read until I finished it. According to the book, Madag Forest is the home of a wide variety of creatures that eat magic users and humans. And no one has ever come out of the forest alive once you enter.

My long hair was now a fiery red color, and my eyes were no longer gray, but a sky blue color; fear consumed me, and I thought the worst; I turned my head and looked at my parents. "What happened to me? It’s not me, mom, who am I" I said with tears in my eyes. My mother ran to hug me and said, "Stop it, calm down, I know this is too much for you, but you have to try to calm down and listen to me.” I sat on the bed and my parents next to me, my father looked at me with a smile, and my mother started telling me a fantasy story that couldn't be true. "Before you and Arya were born, we knew about the legend of the spell of the twins; many years ago, a mighty wizard performed a deed, which would

🌹 The Plan (Part 10) 🌹 An India love action story.... 🎤🎤 ....People, some will fly beyond the stars. People, some will fall.... 🎤🎤 🖋️ Writer Pov 🖊️ Gaining some courage within her, Mehek gave a lopsided as she turned around to face lady Meera, "How I'd survived that night is called Magic, and guess what Meera, the princess won't die. You and I know who is dying soon." Mehek told her.

“The story exists. My grandmother used to tell it to me when I was a kid, before she died. No one else knew it aside from my brother and me, so I just assumed she made it up to scare us.” “What was the story about?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. Damian’s expression shifted, the amusement fading into something more thoughtful. “A long time ago,” he began, “there was a powerful being who used magic and lived alongside werewolves. They were called mages.” I raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. “Werewolves and mages were enemies,” he continued. “Unlike us, they were weak at night but stronger during the day. And they had the ability to summon the undead.”

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

“What does the tale say that will supposedly help us determine what is happening?” “Well,” said the Water Witch. “It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she re

When he let go of my hand, he slipped it back into his pocket, and then looked at me from head to toe, “You are quite small to be able to save the alpha and hit an attacker double your size.” I rolled my eyes. Of course he was having the same doubt as everyone else. But he literally had seen it with his own eyes. I was not sure what more proof he needed to see before he got convinced that I am not a monster out to kill everyone on the planet. “Magic.” I said with a smile, “I learnt it when I was two years old. Now I go around kicking people’s ass like Clark Kent in hiding.”