Magical Journy Novels & Stories

I checked myself in the mirror before heading out of the bedroom. I found Jarren in the living room on the couch. He was flipping through a magazine. Looking closely at the cover, I saw that it read “Mystical Teen.” “What are you reading?” I asked. “Mystical Teen Magazine. It’s a magazine for the supernatural teen; I guess you could say.” “Oh, okay. Well, are you ready?” “Yea, let’s go.” He stated, laying the magazine on the table and standing up. Taking my hand, he led me through the kitchen and out of the sliding door. We began walking into the forest. It was pretty quiet. After we’d been walking for a while, I started to wonder where we were going. “Jarren?”

“It’s a reader.” Willow leaned forward despite herself. Maxon’s gaze sharpened. “With this,” I continued, “everything inside the journal can be transferred directly into the mind. Every page. Every spell. Every memory she left behind.” I paused. “After that, the journal becomes useless. Just paper and ink.” Maxon’s eyes flicked between the bee and the book. “Is this the same journal you took when those magical beasts appeared?” I froze after his expected question. Slowly, I nodded.

Gael rose from the chest, "I think they intended to return home one day. I think the Al' Miraj wanted to bring me home." The horned rabbit dozed on Gael's shoulder. The trio watched the pint-sized wonder for a few moments. "Are you sure about that?" she paused and picked up the journal, "This might come in handy. If anything, we can give it to Lord Bathory." "Hmmm." Zinjo gripped the partisan and bared his teeth. "We need to come up with a way to tell illusion from reality. If the magic is going to get worse, we need a way to keep each other grounded."

Jim explained, “Boss, it’s difficult for the Nostro Compass to deduce things that will happen in other spaces. Since the compass has an induction with the five books, I’m sure that the fifth book will be born in the space the opposite of Mount Whiteface. However, I have no idea what kind of situation and environment will take place in that space and when the fifth book will emerge. “Aside from that, the compass also gave me a reminder. Master Magus should tag along with you on this adventure. He will help you solve a lot of troubles.” Magus said, “In this case, I will accompany Tyr on the journey.” “Thank you, Master Magus.” Tyr and Jim thanked him gratefully. Magus waved his hand and smiled

I shook my head, “No, let me rephrase that, how can a pendant do anything?” “Well,” Her face turned serious, “It’s a magical pendant, and as long as she wears it the magic will remain.” I stared at her for a few seconds, “What?” I blinked at her in confusion. Magic? Magic?! So magic exists too? I backed away a little and frowned. Well, if wolves exist, and lycans exist, so I guess magic can too… “Jenny?” Portia waved her hand in front of me. “Alright,” I nodded after I accepted that, “What does it do?”

56 ANNALISE As the portal opened before us, I felt the familiar pull of magic surge through my veins. The incantations I had chanted moments earlier echoed in my mind as the swirling light formed into a doorway. Adrian stood beside me, his jaw set in determination. Molu, our guide through this journey, nodded solemnly. This realm, the one Marcus had banished his enemies to, stretched far beyond the portal’s light. Without hesitation, we stepped through.

I turned the journal to Gregory he slipped on his gloves and started flipping through the pages. “You see these first pages don’t appear to have anything on them but once you flip about twenty pages in, see look at that.” He was pointing to two pages in the journal that I knew to be a map, with the way the indented lines ran and the darker shaded parts of the pages. It was now time for a little magic show, I didn’t feel good about tricking Gregory, but it was a necessity. I just had to distract him and create a convincing copy to swap with the original. While I was flipping through the journal, I was doing my best to remember the pages so I could copy them with my spell. “You know, I don’t k

I question myself as I finish my bathroom task and move back to the kitchen to clean up. I find my moment as Lawler is carrying me back into town. “Hey, love?” I whisper to him. It is now or never. I know his mind is occupied by the news he was just given, but I need him to know this and that I will find her as soon as possible. “Yes, my dear?” He asks me sweetly. “I found in the journal a person who can give me a crash course on my magic.” My words aren’t entirely true. I am still unsure if she can give me a crash course, but if her name is in there to offer teachings, I am willing to guess that she will provide me with a crash course.

They both had their original designs, but now they are sparkly carpet bags, but one is red and one is blue. "Okay my girl, I know they don't look like much but they are very special magical bags. The blue one is a "jaaduee kaaleen" or a magic carpet. It's like a teleportation device. Anything you put in the bag will automatically be teleported to its matching pair. This one is mine and its matching pair is hanging on your mother's wrist. I'm passing mine on to you."

“I am so sorry, Ophelia. I wish I could have explained things to you in person. I wish our mistake hadn’t cost you so much. I’m afraid that I can’t tell you what I’ve bound the spell to. At least, not through this journal. It can fall into anyone’s hands, and I won’t risk the safety of the world. I’m sure you understand. There is something else I can offer you. I still have my magic despite being trapped here. I can give you a memory, one of my memories, if you’re willing. All you need to do is place your hand on the page and open your mind. I could never blame you, my sweet girl. Not in a million years.” With my heart in my throat and tears burning the backs of my eyes, I placed my hand aga