Magical Lyrical Novels & Stories

I have no plans to bear the asshole Lycan king a child! “That’s one less thinking head on the military then,” General Delacroix remarks. “The skirmishes, are they mostly werewolves?” I ask, pretending to know nothing. “You should know better,” one of the generals snaps, and I take a deep breath to stop myself from snapping back at him. “Well, in that case… You’ve seen me use a sleeping spell during the Luna Festival, right?” “Yes, but we don’t have a massive magical reserve like you.” “That’s why we are creating magical tools? To compensate for the lack of magic, isn’t that right?”

Varrow leaned against the wall, bleeding but grinning. “You should let it take him,” he said, voice ragged. “One less threat to you.” Killian didn’t even look at him. He poured his will into the magic — not to control the shadows, but to change them. He pushed light into them, thin cracks of pale silver running along the tendrils like veins. The First hissed. For a moment, the pull weakened. Daryl’s body stopped sliding. His breathing was shallow, ragged, but he met Killian’s eyes.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

She looked at me with her captivating eyes. "Your turn, Alpha," she said. My inner wolf growled in pleasure at her words. I made my way over to where she was sitting and sat down in front of her. The only major wound I had endured during the battle was a single scratch across my cheek. She lifted her warm hand and placed it over the cut. "Lux remedium," she whispered softly. A warm tingle replaced the burn on my cheek. Her eyes never left mine as I felt the healing magic penetrate my skin, soothing it. We stayed there for long moments after the tingling magic had faded away looking into each other's eyes.

Her voice echoed through the hall, too loud in the quiet. Cameron leaned against a pillar, arms folded. “You said that about the last three.” She shot him a look sharp enough to cut. “Because I was refining them. Magic isn’t instant gratification.” Caleb crouched near the outer ring, fingers hovering just above a sigil. “These runes look old,” he said carefully. “Are you sure this will work.” “This has to,” Lily replied. “Whatever took Lyra and Scott was an advanced portal magic. Even I don’t fully understand it”

“Food.” Lyra looks confused, the Magi even more so. I try again, shifting the colors of my words. This time the Magi nods, reaching forward to grasp my arm. “I am taking her, Grand Lady.” “Not until…” “AhRAAAH…” the Magi’s voice rings like a bell, bright white in my mind like staring into the sun. The word wasn’t shouted, shows no visible energy other than the color in my minds eye, but it has the power to push Lyra back, holding her in place, her body still, her eyes darting angrily between us.

My father leans forward in his chair, looking at Ronan as he asks, “Magic, you say? What proof do you have of this, Ronan?” Ronan turns to him, dropping his voice like he is about to share a dark secret. “The lakes that cannot be found on maps, Alpha Kieran. They cloud the minds of weaker creatures and hide their homes with glamours. But I have studied the old ways and I can pierce their veils.” Stepmother Lyra clasps her hands together, her eyes wide with excitement as she giggles, “How clever to find what is lost!” Ronan nods at her, tipping his head in a show off style as he adds, “Exactly, Lady Lyra! And when their magic fails, they will be out in the open helplessly where my wolves and

When she didn’t, Lyra gently touched her shoulder. “Can you feel it?” Lyra asked quietly. “The thing stopping you from speaking?” The girl nodded frantically. “I thought so.” Lyra closed her eyes, and I felt the shift in the air immediately. Her wolf was rising to the surface. Power radiated from her, different from normal Alpha dominance. This was something else. Something I’d never felt before. It was almost like… magic. Lyra’s eyes opened, but they weren’t her normal color anymore. They glowed with an ethereal silver light.

But victory tasted like blood. Lyra knelt at the center of it all, her hands pressed to the scorched earth, head bowed, power pouring out of her in waves that made the ground tremble. Magic screamed around her; wild, ancient and unbound. It tore through the veil between worlds like claws through flesh. “Lyra,” I rasped, staggering toward her. Every instinct I had, Alpha, wolf and mate, was howling. This wasn’t the price of battle. This was the price of ending a cycle.