Magic Words Novels & Stories

If you let them…’ “You’re wrong, Eros. I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. Opening up the paper, I inhaled and exhaled before I spoke the words the best I could figure. “Incipe magicae. Congrega. Aedificare. Aufer. Sera. Catena. Abscondere. Sepelire. Magicae consumma.” The coin in my hand turned from warm to red hot. I opened my hand and watched as the color turned even brighter, the shape melting in my hand. My mouth finally opened and I let out a scream. It burned, but as I tried to let it go, it spread over hands. Falling to my knees, I held my wrist as I watched with tears as it consumed my hand.

It made my head spin so much I could hardly focus on what I was hearing. They thought my instincts leading me to choose their website out of all the others was a manifestation of magic they believed I had latent in me. Nate used the word “divination,” and even though Arik grimaced in a way that suggested he didn’t think much of that type of magic, he didn’t argue, either. And they told me I wouldn’t have been able to see anything but the motion of Nate’s hand when he knocked Drew out unless I had something they called “magic sight.”

“Yeah, Selene really made us the perfect predators, didn’t she?” “Well, hopefully it helps us. Phoenix and I are supposed to meet before we head to the Seelie Court. Right now, the witches from the three covens are making all kinds of amulets and potions for us. Did you know they can embed part of a spell into a piece of jewelry and unleash it with a specific phrase?” “So magic words are real?” I ask, turning to him with a pepper in one hand and my knife in the other. That finally brings the humor back into his eyes. He chuckles. “Apparently.”

Orion nodded And swiftly made a couple signs with his fingers. The feeling of impending doom tripled around Terra but she still couldn't see it and when she did it was too late. “Ira tenebrae, vinclum fidei rumpat.” Orion chanted. Her eyes widened with horror. The wolves were not allowed to magic, especially those kind of magic. “Dark magic!” She muttered in horror, “how…” “ … Sacra lux muta est, donum dei venenum est. Spiritus in sanguine putrescat.

I exit the dungeon without another word. Levi and Ariana join me in researching Wiccan history. “Witches can have a variety of magical powers in addition to the ability to cast spells,” Ariana says while reading a dusty leatherbound manuscript. “What kind of powers does it mention,” I ask. “All kinds! Elemental variances having to do with earth, fire, wind, and water, as well as telekinesis, freezing time, premonition, astral projection, um…oh my moon goddess…” Levi and I stare at her, waiting for her to continue.

"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.

“Yes, I forgot to say. First you have to touch the key with your hand and pronounce Magicorum. That would be the first spell you cast. Which will allow you to activate the key and open all the doors you want. The girl took the silver key in her hand and prepared to say the word. “Stay!” Johnny stopped her. “First we have to close the door. I don't know what can happen if you say that spell for the first time with open door. No one tried ... Maybe your room fills with mops or sheets,” the boy smiled as he closed the door of room 307. After Johnny slammed the door, the girl said the magic word: “Magicorum ...” From the door frame some small coloured lights began to emerge like butterflies flyi

"Close your eyes," Leela squeezed her eyes shut, but the magic flared behind her lids in kaleidoscope bursts of violer and gold. "Listen to me," Fennigan said, his voice dropping into a rhythmic cadence. "The magic is the storm. I am the lighthouse. Do not look at the waves. Find the light." "There is an Old Tongue," Fennigan explained. "A rhythm the first wolves used to quiet the noise. Say it with me." He stepped closer, invading her space until he was all she could see.

Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out: - Furfur! - Go away, Mar, then I myself. Melissa tossed her bag aside, her eyes fixed on a male figure with branching deer antlers and bat wings. Her hands rested on the pentagram, causing the gunpowder to flare up and turn the silvery dust into a viscous mass that completes the magic circle. “Help me, spirits of the dead witches of Cleves, are you here?” She tossed her head and rose into the air, spinning a fiery whirlwind under her. “Where else would you be if not in the Underworld.

“Who told you that? Haughter, right? Like I said, she doesn't know much, in fact, no one alive beside Aunt Joanna and me knows shit.” My Mum went on to tell me what that meant. The words were of ancient tongues that the witches of old spoke, and it meant ‘the force of magic is never for bad’. What that meant was magic was never meant to be used for evil, it was a positive force meant to be for the good of all.