Magic Tags Novels & Stories

Cedric glared at me and then he just smirked. All the children are now tied inside the magic circle surrounding us. I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty.

The new Magic Radio Tower is a new creation from the Research and Development Department that were made under my order. Unlike the normal Radio tower that used wire for power and connections in between the tower. The new Magic Radio Tower, is actually powered fully by the mana Core and also enchanted with dozens of magical enchantment for connections, signal managements and some other stuff. It was actually become a land satellite systems, and it was thousand times stronger than the normal radio tower with coverage of signals that can cover a lot of range.

Her intuition calls her to open a certain page and her fingers automatically open the said page. The title of the page reads “Forest Magic”. Katya frowns but reads it anyway. “The magick is a living being. It lives, breathes, talks and feels. Magick is always bound to something. It could be a person, a thing, an emotion, or an event but it is never alone. You just have to understand how to communicate with it.” She moves to the entry that her mother made on 6th October 1968.

My eyes meet Maggie’s as Angus slowly digs the blade into her skin. -It’s ok Mags, breath through the pain. He can’t break the mate mark if we don’t want it to be broken- She whimpers but slightly nods her head. He runs the blade across the mark I gave her and I can feel the ache in the spot she marked me. The pressure gives way to a small burning and I close my eyes, repeating in my head and to Maggie through our mind links. -I want this bond, and I accept my mate, Maggie say it in your head.- I instruct her as she cries out loud.

But Tor was right, we could talk about Damion when we got back to Alder. Besides, something else even more prominent was on my mind. Since the second the collar had been taken off of me, my body had been feeling different. I felt like all my senses were heightened. My vision felt sharper and the smell of the blossoms was sweeter somehow. Even the sounds of the breeze as it brushed through the leaves were hard to ignore. But it didn't stop there. Without the suppression of the silver, it felt like my magic was somehow stronger. I hadn't had a chance to test the theory yet, but some feeling inside whispered that I had something in my reserves that I'd never had before.

The spell read: "For the love of all that is magic, I shall find that who was made specially for me. Thou shall love me and cherish me for all thy days to come, Thou shall make me feel on top of the world and bring me a type of happiness that rivals few. And we shall forever be in love with each other till the end of days. Instructions: Say the poem three times, stamp your left foot two times and stamp the right one four times. Clap your hands five times and close your eyes." Suddenly, Matilda found herself saying the words of the poem out loud. She said it three times, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and

I turned my focus inward toward my Source and realized that a wisp of energy had begun filling the emptiness inside me before forming a weak barrier around my organs. Hot damn. So this was the only way for me to recover my lost magic: intimacy with him. I caught the fear and shock in Matteo's eyes and decided to press my advantage. I pounced like a homing missile and grabbed his thighs. He reeled backward, dumbfounded, then stared down at me with a mixture of bewilderment, humiliation, and disgust. "This… This is how low you'd go for money?" I looked up at him, love practically bubbling in my eyes. "Excuse me? Forget money! Letting a manifestation of masculine hotness like you walk free is t

The way she bit the end of her pencil when she drifted off into space, the way she swung her legs under her desk, and the way her smile brightened up her whole face when Abigail talked to her. I quickly shook those thoughts away. I couldn’t love her. I just couldn’t. I could get over her. It’s going to be a challenge though. The only question is, can I really? - oiiink, hoped you liked it. (: Please support my story guys! PS; and yes, Damon's nickname is Dame PSS; Relani will call him Vlad a lot xo, Black

Marvis noted the fact that she was ignoring that they were in public and he could appreciate that. "Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling. Under their feet, a black magic circle began to form, circling the entire camp. If anyone looked up, they could see the magic barrier coming down, turning into glittery pieces like the twinkling of the night sky. "Your magic is always incredible to see," Marvis says in the most infatuated and awed tone she had ever heard from him. It made her blush and she was glad it couldn't show on her face. Once the black magic circle was complete, it became a teleportation circle that transported them back to their home, leaving the shores where they once stood empty and des

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”