Magical Forces Novels & Stories

"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.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.

He was calling for me, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and command. I opened my eyes, and there it was—Mike’s forces closing in on Ian, on Sophia. They were swarming, overwhelming them. My heart clenched. This was it. It was time. I raised my hands, feeling the magic surge up from deep within me, a power so old it had no name. The wind around me picked up, swirling as the earth itself responded to my call. My fingers tingled with the force of it, and I could feel the strain in my body already. This magic came at a price. A steep one.

My skin prickled as the first whispers of the domain began to form, a vast sphere of energy that hummed with promise. Trial and error followed. Waves of energy collided, cracked, and dissipated. The earth shivered under the force of my will. I cursed, muttered incantations, adjusted my posture, and tried again. Each failure was a scar, a reminder that magic was not mere force, it was negotiation, persuasion, and trust.

Pure instinct took over my body, but instead of shifting I lifted my hand and magicked him to a complete stop. I gripped my fist tightly allowing the rage and despair of my heart to overcome me. With a thrust of my fist, his eyes bulged and his face went red. Without another sound, the man dropped to his knees. Dead. I stared at my hand for a moment in complete and utter shock. I had never killed anyone using my abilities like that before. Until now, I only knew how to heal with my magic. My capability to turn into a wolf wasn't the only thing that had been unlocked. Now, both the wolf and the magical side of me were harmonizing in my body, making me more powerful than I had been before.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

The Air magical power is a power of fast and invisible its qualities are projective and temporary. The Fire magical power is a power of Destruction and Active its qualities are fast, hot and projective. And the last magical power element is Water. The power of magical Water is the power of Erosive or Erosion. Its qualities are cold, peaceful and receptive. These are the magical powers of the elements that I need to learn. I move closer to the crystalline to touch them. But, at that moment the magic crystals vanished into the air. Suddenly, I look at Mia and my eyes questioning what happened. She doesn't answer me and yet she holds my hands and after a moment we go back to my room.

A surge of magical force blasted me backward, the impact sending me sprawling amidst the twisted roots and skeletal remains of the desolate forest. "Damn!" Abeel suddenly thundered beside me, lunging at her as well with his spear aimed to kill. Mathilda forced him back as well, her magic way too powerful as she hovered before us. Thick roots suddenly emerged from the barren ground, winding and coiling with a supernatural speed. They entwined Abeel against a nearby tree, while the shadows still clung to me, dancing as I was pinned to a large dried tree beside Abeel as well. Their tendrils snaked around my limbs and pulled my hands behind my back, rendering me completely powerless. Useless. Th