Magical Girdle Novels & Stories

Her formerly fierce silver eyes were empty now, gentle and submissive, like a puppet held captive by threads of air. She had a gown embroidered in threads of moonstone and rubies as blood-red as death—regal and macabre. Her bracelets, once symbols of her royalty, were now magical shackles that shone with magic, glinting each time her hand slightly shifted at Vladimir's whim.

Cedric glared at me and then he just smirked. All the children are now tied inside the magic circle surrounding us. I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty.

As he glanced back, Magus Jade was still speaking incantations with his eyes and his chest glowing in red light, standing in a magic circle. “It’s almost done,” Gared replied. Kael looked around and found the red petals multiplying while flying in a large circle. “Stay close,” Magus Jade suddenly spoke. “They can’t harm us now.” Kael reeled back as he watched the beasts trying to pass through the circle, only to get slashed by the countless petals. Looking up, the petals rose into the skies, still circling the group along with the strong wind. A tornado had been summoned. “Terra … Foramen …” Magus Jade cast, as his chest kept releasing red strings of alar, absorbed by the magic circle he sto

SCARLETT POV Once we got back to the castle, we did a lot of research using old magick books and talking to other witches and warlocks but it wasn't until we spoke to a high elder that we found out what we needed to do to remove the bracelet from around my ankle. With the combined power of Isabella's natural born magick, and Griffin's mystery power, he never would tell me what he was, the vial of Silas's royal blood mixed with Ryker's, Nathaniel's and my powerful royal blood they are able to remove the enchanted silver bracelet without losing Ruth or Cara or making a sacrifice of themselves, as they know I wouldn't have let them proceed with it if that is what had to happen.

"What else?" "Good news. We have found a way to keep the prince from using magic." Zan sounded hopeful. "We were not sure how to contain him otherwise." "That is good news. What is this magical intervention?" Aurora cocked her head to one side. "It was actually something from our treasury," Devrim chimed in. "Our spymaster remembered some cuffs that she acquired. They block the user from magic flowing through them. Alaron can chant all he wants, nothing will happen. And only someone else can remove the cuffs from him."

Love you. I smile and unwrap the gift. It’s a magical charm of some kind. Clear quartz cut into the shape of a tetragon, dangling from a golden chain. I can feel the powerful protection spell emanating from it. Something inside the crystal, maybe an imperfection of some kind, catches my eye. Frowning I turn it up to the light and swallow past the sudden knot in my throat. Somehow, she magicked some of hers and Adare’s hair into the crystal, intertwining the two different coloured locks into a complicated braid that looped and twirled into a triquetra.

she gestures, and the wind slams inward, pinning them in place “—are mine to break.” Bella’s jaw clenches. “You’ll have to do better than bad metaphors and secondhand magic.” The figure laughs, and the mask fractures around the mouth, revealing teeth like splinters of emerald. “You know nothing of my magic, child. But you will.” She unfurls her left arm, displaying a scepter of green glass shot through with veins of silver. At its crown, a shard pulses in perfect time with the storm above. The artifact is older than the stone circle, perhaps older than Cordiva. The runes along its length crawl and twitch, hungry for blood.

Rings, crafted with ancient symbols and powerful enchantments, seemed to pulse with energy when she touched them. Magical trinkets were scattered throughout the wardrobe, adding an extra touch of wonder. Tiny glass vials held ethereal mists, capturing the essence of dreams and granting a momentary escape to far-off lands. Enchanted hairpins adorned with miniature stars emitted a soft, celestial glow when placed in one's locks. A mirror, framed in glistening silver, possessed the ability to reveal hidden truths and reflect the wearer's inner beauty. The mirror was magical; it would show a person in the clothes they imagine wearing. Beside the clothes already present in the wardrobe, the wardr

"It mentions a gold pendant. Like the one Aaronne gave you." My hand instinctively goes to the necklace. "What does it say?" Florence reads aloud, her voice soft and careful. "'The Pendant of the Queen of Iris. Worn by the high priestesses of the northern tribes. Said to be infused with powerful magic, tied to the bloodline of a powerful witch and her ancestors. The pendant was passed down through generations, each wearer adding her own magic to its core. Legend has it that the pendant can protect its wearer from harm, amplify their power, and even reveal hidden truths.'"

The gift of the teal talisman. In a time long forgotten, in the mystical realm of Serathia, there existed a fabled necklace known as the Teal Talisman. Its origin lay shrouded in the annals of history, a tale woven in darkness and mystery. As the legend goes, the Teal Talisman was created by a powerful vampire sorceress named Sylara, whose enchantments were said to be unparalleled. The necklace was forged from rare gemstones imbued with ancient arcane spells, granting it wondrous magical powers beyond mortal comprehension.