Magical Forces Novels & Stories

Other academies soon opened throughout Velas, and as their numbers grew, so did their power. Magic was an infinite invisible force and was a part of everything. But it vibrated differently in a big tree and in a lifeless stone, in a light summer breeze and a small cheerful stream. The spark of each sorcerer was differently attuned to that resonance. By trial and error, wizards defined the nature of these resonances, their building blocks. Light, earth, air, water, life and death. One of the most famous theoretical magicians, Sefril Do-Ther, wrote a lengthy technical book on the nature of magic. Yet, in the end, it all came down to one simple truth: nature, in its infinite wisdom, also had an

The wind picked up, swirling around us in a frenzied dance, carrying the whispers of magic through the night. With each word that escaped my lips, I felt a surge of power building within me, a raw force that demanded release. The connection to the mystical energies of the world hummed through me, guiding my intentions and shaping the spell to perfection. I focused all my will and intent on channeling this power to my fellow witches, infusing them with the strength they needed to face the lycan threat.

The moment his skin makes contact with my wolf limbs, something dramatic happens. A powerful magical force erupts from the point of contact, creating a whirlwind of energy that fills the entire room. The wind whips around us violently, extinguishing some of the candles and scattering the ritual materials across the floor. “What is this?” Coach Margret shouts over the howling wind, struggling to maintain his balance. I feel the magical energy coursing through me, but I can’t control it or direct it in any useful way. The force seems to be coming from my wolf legs specifically, as if they’re channeling some kind of ancient power that even I don’t understand.

"I have been careful. I have not overused my abilities or done anything reckless." "Sometimes these things happen without a clear cause," Dr. Ashford said gently. "Magic can be unpredictable, especially when it interacts with other supernatural forces." "Other forces?" My vision blurred as panic clawed its way up from my stomach. "What other forces?" "The mate bond, the curse affecting His Majesty, even the emotional stress you have been under—all of these could contribute to magical instability." "But I am a healer," I said, my voice rising with each word. "That is who I am. That is all I have ever been. How can you tell me I might lose the very thing that defines me?"

He took a step forward, formed a magic signet with both hands, and pressed it into the void. "Break!" "Boom!" There seemed to be two invisible forces colliding violently. In the next second. The burning flames seemed to have frozen over.

It flung me backward with a force that shook my bones. I gritted my teeth, channeling what little forbidden magic I’d learned from watching my mother. I tried everything—seals, unbinding chants, illusions. Nothing worked. This magic… it was ancient. Royal. And far beyond my reach. Then I felt them. Footsteps. A presence. I darted behind the rocks, my heart thudding against my ribs.

I would recognize those gorgeous daggers anywhere. The thought of my pregnant friend out here fighting off rogues and freaks sent a fury through me and I suddenly felt like I was no longer in control of my body. I watched as different types of elemental magics came pouring from my hands, water magic to collect the water that had been in the fountain, which I was now using to put out the fires that the explosion had created, earth magic had the earth beneath my feet rumbling as all the plants in the gardens were working in tandem with me to take down the freaks and rogues, the wind had picked up and had pollen flying everywhere, along with the streamers and balloons from the festival which we

What exactly did she gain? While Eros was away, I went on to do my own research. I looked for more information on the Book of the Damned. I managed to find siphon magic however it was meant to transfer a magical force from or to an object and not a living, breathing human being. There was no information about Blair Balfour either apart from her name being on the list of Living Legends.

"Emrys speaks highly of your abilities. Says you're the best chance we have at neutralizing this magical attack." "He's not wrong." She pulled the photographs I'd sent from her bag. "I've been studying these since you contacted me. The magic is old—pre-pack old. Designed to corrupt natural bonds and turn wolves against their own nature. Blood-fed, which means whoever's casting has been making regular sacrifices to keep them powered." She spread the images across the table in a pattern that matched the territory map.

I straightened my spine, forcing my shaking hands into fists at my sides. Instead, I focused back on the one who was talking. He was magic itself. The realization was immediate and profound. It wasn't just that he used magic; he embodied it. His presence was not just a powerful aura, but a dense, living force that pressed against my senses, filling the chamber. It was cold, pure, ancient power, unlike the familiar, warm life force of the Moon Goddess or the raw, vital strength of my Wolf. This felt sterile and endless, the power of a deep void.