Magical Cow Novels & Stories

“With double. And rebuild your barn. And… maybe throw in a few enchanted cows.” “THREE enchanted cows,” the farmer cried. “Done.” Khy, eyes wide, leaned toward Edric. “Is this what she does now?” “She dries lakes,” Edric replied. “And now she yeets wheat.” Mr. Yellow, having climbed onto a crate for dramatic elevation, pointed an accusatory paw at Kala. “THIS. IS. YOUR. FAULT.” “My fault?” Kala turned, wind tossing her white cloak like a runway model caught in a wind tunnel. “She was ready.”

She rewarded him with a death glare and a reminder that he just landed himself in the doghouse and would not be sleeping with her tonight. “You can’t decide things for me now that I am going to be king.” I tried to get the topic back on track and away from talking about Ciara. “We can if we get the Magical Creature Council’s approval.” Elder Beacon spoke with a half sadistic grin on his face as he pulled out a letter from his coat jacket. My mother handed me the document. The Magical Council was above all the Kings, Queens, Alphas, Lunas and anyone else holding a position of power. It was created to maintain peace between the magical and non-magical beings.

He shrugged glancing away from us. Right. "So this solution of yours, what is it?" Nate asked a bit forceful. "The book said that at the earth wolf must be entreated to lift the curse with its powers." "The earth wolf, what's that?" Addison voiced the question that was on our minds. "According to the books, it's a magical wolf who can control the earth's elements." "Like an elemental? Like command the plants to grow and vice to sprout out of the earth?" Nate asked looking amused.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Crescent's p.o.v After deep observation and a mindful conclusion, I knew for sure that Maggie definitely isn't human. She pops out of nowhere everytime. I managed to see the deadly stare in her eyes once she gets upset. Kovie wasn't the only supernatural, is sister is also. She is a witch, and her powers had exceeding limits. Maggie doesn't know I have figured out her truth, I still played the nice boyfriend whenever she is around. Kovie is a war-lord, Maggies is a witch, both of them craved power.

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

I'm not sure how I managed to produce words; I'm shocked to the core. Samael glances at me with a pout. "Don't tell me you're more of a wagon type of girl..." The teacher scratches his chin. "But now that I think about it, that might be more romantic. We could add these lights and hearts to the wagon..." Blake howls in unhappiness at those words. I can't say my reaction is any better. My jaw is somewhere on the ground—I dropped it the moment the saddle appeared. Jesus Christ. Who is this teacher? I repeat my previous observation from the last time we met—Samael is a troll.

From that day forward, until she turned eighteen, she learned all sorts of strange things from Qontessah, which she later realized were some kind of sorcery or witchcraft. She learned to be benevolent by using white magic and cruel by using black magic from her. Qontessah was a master of all trades. She learned to heal and kill, but most importantly, she learned to manipulate the environment to her advantage.

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"