Magic Surge Table Novels & Stories

Patrick had dropped a bombshell, shocking everyone. The spectators had sorts of expressions as they whispered between themselves. I nudged some people aside and walked up to Patrick. The moment he caught sight of me, he blanched. Seeing the sudden change in his expression, Lucille followed his line of sight and looked over too. A flustered look flashed in her eyes when she saw that it was me. I stood there and stared at Patrick unmovingly, not sparing her a single glance.

Ryan's eyes were icy as he spat out, "You're just a cripple, sullying Jasmine's sight. You have the nerve to make her apologize?! If you're angry or resentful, take it out on me!" Dizziness washed over me, and I tumbled down the stairs. Blood gushed from my legs, and my tears hit the floor with a big splash. With each word, my voice cracked with anguish, "Why... Why... I was the one who saved you all, we share the same blood..." Everything went blurry. As I lay there, drained, darkness took me. "Ms. Smith? Ms. Smith?" My eyes snapped open to a room that was all elegance and pristine, the blanket was soft but tinged with the sterile smell of disinfectant.

The gross mf said to Hestia smirking and attempting to hold her waist. He was about to grab Hestia's waist when I caught his arm and punch him hard, breaking his nose. "FUCK!!" He hissed. I immediately bound towards Hestia, wrapping her in my embrace. "Are you ok love??" I asked, caressing her cheeks. She nodded then speaks. "Yes, love. Let's just go and enjoy the beach" Hestia said, tugging my arms towards the beach. Then the gross fucker shouts. "IM GONNA SUE YOU! JUST SO YOU KNOW I OWN 10% OF THIS RESORT!!"

The chamber quieted. Mara felt it late. A pulse from beneath the land itself. Old. Deep. Like something adjusting its own rhythm. “Natural surge,” Serik said softly. The land sometimes did this — responding to atmospheric pressure, migration patterns, unseen variables in the wider territory. Usually, the bond compensated instinctively. Tonight, instinct was muted. The intake climbed half a percent without command. The arc brightened. “Compensate,” Tomas ordered. Stabilizers moved quickly. But the manual lag returned.

Marcus stepped across the threshold without looking up from his tablet. He didn’t glance at me, and he certainly didn't notice the shattered remains of the wall-com I’d just pulverized. His focus was fixed on the data loop Julian was scrambling to feed into the server. “The auxiliary grid is fluctuating, Julian,” Marcus said. His voice was a flat, academic rasp. “Explain the spike at 09:12. It looks like a localized surge, almost like a discharge.” I lay motionless on the rug, the expensive fibers prickling against my cheek. The suppressants Damian had slammed into my neck were working, turning my muscles into lead.

“Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!” I lifted the final die, and there it was—a six. I won. Taylor stared at the six perfect sixes lying on the table like she could burn holes through the wood. The smug smile she’d been wearing all night vanished completely. “Whatever. It was a total fluke! You just got lucky this time!” I smiled lightly. “I usually do have decent luck.” “You won! Transfer the money! Quickly!” Mom’s mood flipped instantly. She pushed forward, yelling at my aunt and Taylor.

The lights died completely, leaving only the faint blue of the city far below. For a few seconds, neither of them spoke. Their breathing was the only sound. Then Lucian exhaled slowly, running a trembling hand through his hair. “That was a 2.3 magnitude resonance surge.” His voice was calm — too calm — like a man trying to wrestle chaos back into data. “It’s increasing.” Eva pressed a hand to her chest, her heart still thundering. “It felt… different this time. Stronger. And—” she hesitated, her voice softening, “beautiful.”