Magical Lyrical Novels & Stories

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

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."

His wicked smirk grew at her words. “Yes keep being defiant…. I’ll truly enjoy breaking you.” the Lycan king Alistair said as he flashed her a predatory grin that made a funny type of heat fill Sera’s belly.

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.

Then gave her a slow, sarcastic round of applause. “Well, well, well…” I began, a jagged laugh slipping from my lips, the kind that flirts dangerously close to madness. Layla had always been insufferable… but never wrong. “I have a genius for a wolf.” “You are pathetic,” she hummed, her tone shifting, wounded amusement curdling into something darker. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t depart from your spirit and seek solace in the Moon Goddess." I exhaled quietly, my head dropping forward. Messy strands of hair fell across my face, veiling the flicker of terror in my eyes. The shadows in the room seemed to lean closer.

The explosion of lunar power is instantaneous and breathtaking, washing over my bleeding back with a cool, soothing balm that instantly cauterizes the deep gashes and neutralizes the lingering sting of the dark venom. The blinding silver light obliterates the razor-sharp locusts, turning the terrifying, shrieking cyclone of obsidian into a million microscopic, sparkling fragments that cascade gently through the freezing highland air like a macabre winter snowfall. The sudden cessation of the attack leaves the sacred summit ringing with an eerie, breathless silence, broken only by the heavy panting of the vanguards and the steady crackle of the magical residue fading into the snow.

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.

"You will give me a child of ancient magic and Lycan blood, the key to freeing our great God!" Lyra felt the burning pain on her cheek, but her determination did not waver. "I will never do that!" she shouted, casting a spell on the ancient alpha and forcing him to release his grip. Her hands glowed with a magical aura as she directed the energy toward her womb. "Not even if it means making myself infertile!" An intense flash filled the scene, radiating pure light. I felt a powerful force throwing me backward, falling into the water and being repelled by the waterfall. I felt rough, strong hands supporting my body, pulling me out of the river. Deep growls reverberated around me.

The dancers didn't dance but the instruments accompanied her unique voice. "I see the stars, I feel the moon All shining in their glory Let me feel the moment's pleasing Let me see the highest feelings There's a savior, coming to free me 'cause she, herself, will be free From all oppressions" Her pitch began high and I felt I was suddenly becoming free. Even Sage was under the influence of her 'magical' voice. "Looking into your eyes I can see the glittering" she continued and I joined her "Oh the moment you came

"You know, the video of you punching Beryl is all over Lyter" My brows crease at the strange word. "What's Lyter?" "Oh Sunshine, you have so much to learn. Lyter, like twitter? And there is the Lytnet, like the internet?" Realization dawns on me and I almost feel stupid for not quite getting it. "But why does it have to be different though?" "Because our servers are different. Human Servers certainly cannot handle our needs..." Still not understanding, I watch Issy intently. She notices my confusion and then she continues speaking. "Okay, so here is the thing. As Lycans, we are embodiments of magical genes, and this embodiments will certainly crash the normal human server."