Magical Lyrical Novels & Stories

Kyra can see what this meant, magic. "Luna, please leave"

"But you’re about to find out what losing feels like." The ground beneath Lyla’s feet pulsed violently. Dark veins curled through the frost-laced dirt, twisting unnaturally beneath the thin light of the moon. Cold magic. Deep and ancient beneath the surface. The forest was waking up. Lyla’s silver gaze burned toward the rival. His amber eyes gleamed beneath the moonlight. His breath was sharp and steady despite the blood trailing down his ribs. "You feel that?" the rival’s voice was low and smooth. Lyla’s jaw flexed.

Lyra was flung across the chamber, slammed into a jagged stone outcrop, and pinned by invisible chains of energy. “I always hated how bright you were,” Celeste said, approaching. “Like a little candle in a sea of smoke.” Lyra gasped, struggling against the magical bonds. “You were never meant to rise,” Celeste whispered. “You were born to be forgotten.” “Then why… can’t… you stop… me?” Lyra growled. Celeste knelt beside her, eyes glowing. “Because the more you rise, the more glorious it will be when I snuff you out.”

The spell read: "For the love of all that is magic, I shall find that who was made specially for me. Thou shall love me and cherish me for all thy days to come, Thou shall make me feel on top of the world and bring me a type of happiness that rivals few. And we shall forever be in love with each other till the end of days. Instructions: Say the poem three times, stamp your left foot two times and stamp the right one four times. Clap your hands five times and close your eyes." Suddenly, Matilda found herself saying the words of the poem out loud. She said it three times, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and

From this close, she could feel the slight chill rising off him, and her breath caught in her throat. “Stunning…” she whispered, her eyes shining up at him. “Ahem… What kind of Majyk was that?” “Mental Majyk. It allows all beings here translate written language the reader can understand when viewed.” He countered, averting his gaze. “But it keeps the original traces of the author. So, you should still see the symbols. This is a spell I am working to create. This parchment allows me to test the Majyk damaging nothing. If the parchment senses something in the Lias that would make the spell invalid, it removes it.”

The air shimmered with an unspoken connection, and Magdalene's eyes bore the weight of centuries as she prepared to unveil another layer of the ancient tapestry. "Jette," Magdalene began, her voice carrying the resonance of ancestral echoes, "there are truths that transcend the boundaries of ordinary understanding. Our lineage, intertwined with magic and mysticism, carries with it a unique aspect—one that defines our connection to nature and the forces that shape our existence."

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

Candles lit on every corner of it with carvings made into different empty spots that it had. I didn’t recognize the inscriptions so I couldn’t determine which particular ritual this was but Mom and Dad seemed to be mystified by it. “Now. Seff and Lycia step into the center and hold onto each other tightly. The magic might try to pull you apart but do not let go,” Lars said with a smile, “We cannot let anything obstruct this magic as this is a very high level one and if harmed adversely it may even blow up this whole place.” “Should we be performing such risky magic then?” I asked fearing for my family’s life. That wouldn’t be worth it if in the end we only got hurt by it.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

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.