Magical Forces Novels & Stories

“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.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

She possessed knowledge of ancient rituals and arcane spells, and she offered to teach the pack the secrets of magic. With Seraphina's guidance, Luna delved into the art of moon magic, harnessing the power of the lunar cycles. Max explored the depths of elemental magic, connecting with the natural forces of earth, air, fire, and water. Cain delved into the mysteries of shadow magic, understanding the subtle dance between light and darkness.

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp:

This girl had clearly been through a very rough past. Kimora: (With her hands quivering, she looks down the edge of the cliff with a pained expression on her face.) "I can't go back home. I can't trust my Mom, and I can't trust my Dad. If that even is my Dad...I'm all alone and it's all because of these "powers" I barely have any control over! Hell I'm not even 100% sure what I have is considered a power.. What does it mean to have a "Definition"!? What does it mean to have access to "Magick"!? According to the Islanders from my world, Magick is an external force that you can harness. An energy that flows from the planets around us. It can be given shape and it can be asked to do things; but

The magic was a fierce, vivid force, a sharp, unyielding energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The light was a bright, uncontained force, a sharp, living presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Amelia was a vivid, living energy, a bright, cutting force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The magic coursed through her, a wild, unyielding energy, a bright, living presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The intensity was a fierce, cutting force, a sharp, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown.

Cole and Skye vibrated furiously as the force compelled them to convulse aggressively. “FORBIDDEN!” The prison warden's voice boomed through causing a force field that repelled our newfound magical energy back at us rudely. As if feeling disrespected the force of our magic blew back causing us to scream in agony as if force overwhelmed us. “Becca!..you’ve… got… to… direct… it…it’ll…kill…us” Fluat per me!..Potestas trium, cursum tene!.. Sanguis ad voluntatem meam!

he continued to think. Austin’s scoffed at him. Curtis’s breath quickened as he saw Austin’s silent insult. Austin stepped forward and without ushering any words a wave of wind gushes through the air. “What!” screeched the eagles. “What is this magic?” Curtis was wondering that himself. He had never felt such forces before. How? How could there be such powerful magic in this world. He had never seen it before. Yet, he had never heard of it either. His eyes focus on Austin. It was him. It has to be. He’s the one emitting that magical forces.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”