Magic Vs Miracle Novels & Stories

“This is not a curse, it’s a rebound. The spell that you asked Evelyn to place has bounced back to you. It seems like you ran into a small obstacle.” “But then again, in dark magic, it’s the smallest mistake that ruins great things.” Mavis’s eyes widened. The curse rebounded? How … How was that possible!? “There is no way….” She muttered as she looked at her feet which were covered with nothing but blotches and pus-covered pimples and bruises.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

I cannot risk Umbra or Jenny draining my magic from me or killing me to get it. I wonder if when my mother died, did she try to take her magic, only to find it was stored somewhere. My mother knew they were coming for her, but she did not fight either. She knew this would happen. My amulet is still around my neck, hanging low against my heart. I close my eyes and imagine my mother's magic. Please, mother, I need your magic to survive this. The amulet breaks free from my body, and my mother's magic spills into me. As the magic begins to take over, my chains break, and I am free.

she asked. "The portal for going back to the twenty first century has been closed presently. In the meantime, you have to remain here and fight for the people. You have to become Beatrice completely." Matilda took some time to gather her thoughts together. After a while, the spoke to herself. "Your name is Beatrice and you can do this." Then she turned to Nomar and spoke to him. "Alright then, Beatrice is ready. Show me how to use this magic you said I have been blessed with."

“It’s the only way.” Derek lunged again, and Mira’s barrier flickered. She gritted her teeth, raising her hands higher. The ground trembled as her magic surged, a wave of light forcing Derek back toward the mountains. The spirit-wolf howled, resisting with all its might, but Mira’s power was relentless. She stepped forward, her body glowing brighter, her voice rising in a final chant.“Mira, stop!” I shouted, running toward her. But it was too late. With a cry, Mira unleashed her magic, a blinding explosion of light that enveloped Derek.

“Leave anything not important. Quickly now.” Mira grabbed him by his collar. “Escort them to Safe Haven no matter what’s the cost. Bring this man to her. She’d know what to do.” “You have my word.” Griffin lifted the unconscious man and ran to the nearest car waiting for him. He turned to face Mira once more. “What are you going to do?” “Entertaining our guest,” Mira answered before running into the forest. She ran to the source of the snakes. Magic like this was usually practiced by dark magicians who played with Death itself. However, to master this magic, they had to sacrifice everything they ever loved and had.

I asked slowly. "Well it's a simple game of tag. You are the runner and I'm the tagger. The moment I catch you you lose." Maverick said with a shrug. There had to be a catch. "Can you ummm, can you use magic?" I asked with a little too much interest. "No." He said without hesitation. "No." I whispered as I tried to will myself to not jump the gun and get to excited. "We will be on equal grounds." Christopher said lowly.

I'm damned and it's only a miracle that will save me. "You... Stop right there." The man growled, equally beginning his shift. It might be a tough fight considering the fact that the man in question has magic, it looks like he's a hybrid. Well Kira was already steps ahead, her presence alone commanding the field. Her massive, muscular frame glistened under the moonlight, each movement radiating sheer power. The tension in the air thickened as the two beasts faced off, their snarls echoing through the battlefield. Newton shifted completely, his form smaller but crackling with magical energy. He let out a guttural growl, his glowing claws sparking with power. “You think size makes a difference

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

"I did everything you asked. Now give me my reward." From what I knew of Mizrabel, the only thing she intended to give Sera was a short life. "Oh, you were special enough," Mizrabel said. "I wouldn't have been able to bring Lawson back without the unicorn in you." Mizrabel sent an eruption of magic at the girl, causing her to drop to the ground like a sack of onions. "But I don't need you anymore." I didn't know who to help first. Gabe? Heather?