Magical Journy Novels & Stories

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

Everyone's eyes widened. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "Yeah, he visited me." Okay, so this is the short intro to what y'all should be expecting in the second part of MAGICAL. You won't be disappointed. Continue to support the book. I love y'all 🤗💖. I'm sorry I had to make a separate author's note for this one. Chapter 31 is coming up shortly. Thanks💖💖 NB: Please note that the rest of the chapters aren't really available cause I'm still working on them. Nevertheless, I'll try to continue with the daily updates.

But maybe that had been a mistake. Early the next morning, we all gathered at the entrance to the Heart of Magic. The Guardian had provided us with supplies and transportation - magical horses that could run faster than any normal animal. "Remember," the Guardian told us as we prepared to leave, "you are all connected now. If one of you is in trouble, the others will know. Use that bond to help each other." Gabriel had grown restless during the night, as if he knew we were going on a journey. Now he seemed excited, making happy baby sounds and reaching toward the tunnel that led to the surface.

Dayanara snorted and brushed past Lyle, walking ahead behind Squall. “Is the curse making you more temperamental?” I laughed and glanced up at Lyle, who was glaring at Dayanara. “I don’t know. But something about her really aggravates me.” “What you are about to see … you can never reveal.” Gunnar’s voice brought our attention to the front. Two large black wooden doors were pushed open. My eyes widened as a magical world map floated around us. You could see movement and clouds rushing over the surface. This was high-level magic.

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.

With Ryan and Jamal with her, the kids won't be able to do anything. Jasmine smiled and Rose wondered why. She was shocked when Jasmine created a world similar to hers. The same world where magic won't work except for the creator. What shocked her the most was when Ariana tried her magic and it worked. Jamal and Ryan's magic was at work too. Jabal could use his too. She opened her mouth to speak a word but none was coming forth. She could tell she has lost this battle already. **

“Guess someone wants to make it personal.” As the SUV bounced along the gravel road toward the ruins, I clutched the frost-marked journal Candy had grabbed from her mom’s old stash. It vibrated faintly in my hands like it knew we were getting close to something ancient, dangerous... divine. The road ended in a grove of dead trees. Mist hung low, coiling around the earth like waiting snakes. And at the center? A circle of stone. Old. Weathered. Covered in red sigils glowing with magic.

The stone where her mother had been laid to rest in white cloth was now bare, revealing she had never been there. 'She might have hidden her with magic,' Aurum suggested. "Welcome, Aurum," a voice echoed. Serene watched as Hazel and the others disappeared through the shimmering portal. An urgent need gripped her heart to locate the five-hundred-year-old Journal. Finding the original was essential to thwarting the evil witch's plans. Her eyes unexpectedly met Anthony and Josie, who had volunteered to assist her in this quest. Together, the five of them ventured inside.

She immediately turned her head to the owner and saw the same middle age woman that accidentally bumped her at the parking lot. The woman came in and close the door behind her. "Good morning." She said with a warm smile as she pulled a nearby chair and sat. "Where am I?" Mayari asked. "Your in my manor." Came her reply. "How did I get here?" "Well, you threw yourself to the ocean and I happened to use my magic to bring you here." Mayari is now certain that what happened between her and her father wasn't just a made up dream, but what bother her the most is what happened to her wounds.

A foreigner, and that says it all - not adapted to normal housekeeping. But she fully felt his true power when he tried to close the rift. Close it with your other essence, because nothing from the existing could resist Him. The terrible something lurking in its depths absorbed everything without a trace - all the lines of force, all the magical sources, everything that it could reach. And it reached almost to the first houses. And if not for the magician, then his tentacles would still crawl even further. Jenevra didn't just feel it, she knew it would. It was exactly like that in her visions. And then, when the Rift is saturated with energy, its edges will collapse, making it even wider, an