Magical Jorney Novels & Stories

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

I was a bit jealous of the woman's achievement but there was more than that when I tried to understand the word I just said. "Spell? Could it have been? But why does she need a spell to look young? Unless she wanted to lure male creatures to her…" Jaden chuckled while talking and suddenly, it stuck to my mind which gave me a horrific description of the things that had been past. Could that be possible? "Wait!!! We missed something here." I started when my legs halted in the middle of a deserted road. I got Jaden's attention and suddenly, his expressions changed to shock. I guessed that he got the point.

Matilda's head was reeling. She wished she could go back to that evening in the bookstore and reverse the order of events. She would not have performed the spell. She would not have thought that magic was silly and was not in existence. She could do anything to take it back. Anything at all. Now she was stuck here, back in time and she did not know any way of going back to the familiarity of her life in Oxford city.

She opened the second envelope and erected a barrier around all eight of the children, blocking their ears before he read the contents aloud, to the rest of the watching family. Dear Mr. Damon and Mrs. Clary, Good day to you, Justin, my name is Mrs Justin Jenny. I am the Minister for Magic in the first dimension. It has recently been brought to my attention that your children were involved in the opening of an interdimensional portal into the pub, The Leaky Cauldron. Several witnesses, including a close personal friend, Mr Rube, report that your children, Hennessey, Walker and Cahya, along with their cousin Miss Olivia, cast several spells on the patrons of said establishment.

With a heavy heart, he squeezed John's hand back, silently conveying his support and love. Magnus stood at the centre of the stage, his hands raised, weaving the intricate threads of magic. The air crackled with energy as he channelled the combined strength of Zion and John, drawing upon their essence to fuel the spell. With each incantation, an ethereal glow shimmered in the air, forming a protective shield around the gathered pack members.

“By all up high, world and wise. By Oceans for and wide, by day and night. With the power of four, I seek protection for thee. So, smote it be.” “Is this going to even work?” asked Jared “Oh yes. Go to the door and try to open it.” Smiled Sage. Jared walked over the door they come in not but a few minutes ago. He placed his hand on the doorknob and tried turning it. When the door wouldn’t budge, he was blown away. “Well, I’ll be damn.” Megan watched Jared as he finally understood what magic could do for them both and wasn’t surprised when he walked over to one of her books searching for the next spell to try.

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.

He and Nerea were the only two present at the somber affair. The return of magic wrought great changes in society. Warren did not like any of them. The latest change came on the way home after the service. “In other news, the government of Canada has passed a law requiring any peoples with magical gifts to be registered and tested. When asked if the law infringed on human rights, Prime Minister Helios responded with, “We have laws to govern firearms, people with magic are walking firearms waiting to go off by accident. We in Ottawa must consider what is good for the whole.”

The owner, a wise old man with a gentle smile, welcomed us as if he had been expecting our arrival. As we peruse the shelves, our eyes landed on a worn, leather-bound journal that seemed to call out to us. Intrigued, we opened it to find a collection of handwritten stories, each one filled with magic, adventure, and the triumph of the human spirit. The journal spoke of forgotten legends, hidden treasures, and ancient prophecies.

Jhoanna’s POV Morning sunlight streamed through the trees, casting golden patches on the grass where Johanis stood with his hands stretched out. My eight-year-old son's brow was furrowed in concentration, his tiny lips moving as he chanted under his breath. In front of him, a small ball of violet light hovered in the air, flickering like a candle. “That’s it,” I encouraged, watching closely. “Keep your focus steady.” To his side, Rio stood with his arms crossed, observing with skeptical amusement. “Magic is so weird.”