Magical Methods Novels & Stories

On the floor of the bridge where Ingrid was, an immense magic circle arose in which Ingrid herself was centered, the magic circle moved slowly following the movement of the hands of a clock. Drastically the immense magic circle along with the other circles that were next to Ingrid, stopped. "[Chain Activation: Rank Increase: Area Magic: Maximize Area of ​​Effect: Command Undead]" The succession of four Metamagic techniques to enhance a single spell was something that only someone extremely talented in the use of magic was capable of accomplishing, something that went beyond the scale of heroes and entered the realm of the mythical. By using her super combo to upgrade [Command Undead], Ingrid

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."

"That's not telekinesis. That's something else." The kitchen was quiet. "What else?" Jasmina asked. "Pattern recognition and replication through magical output." Sable paused. "She learned. In real time. From observation." She closed the notebook. "That's not an infant magic manifestation. That's a cognitive magical process that typically takes years to develop in trained practitioners." Damoew looked at the ceiling briefly. Then back down. "She's ten weeks old," he said again. "I know," Sable said. Not dismissively. Genuinely. "I know."

"No sir, there's nothing." He holds my gaze for a while before breaking eye contact and looking away. "Let the magical objects class 201 begin." Simon announces, adding the basic instructions for the class. The purpose of the class is to master control and communication with magical objects. Selene walks around charming students and helping Simon arrange the objects for the experiment. I roll my eyes—such a hypocrite.

That statement caused an immediate reaction—pack members glancing around nervously, some actually standing and checking behind furniture like the nightwalker might be hiding under a chair. "However," I continued quickly, "Lake has provided information on detection methods. Temperature drops, shadow irregularities, that sort of thing. We're working on developing more concrete detection protocols and possibly some magical countermeasures." "Magical?" Margo perked up at that. "You found someone with light magic capabilities?"

I felt worthless without it. “Sure,” I stretched my hands forward. Lila stepped closer, took my hands and read whatever she wanted to read. After a moment, she withdrew her hand. “Did you find anything?” Mom asked. “Not really. But there’s something I find suspicious,” she took my hand again. “Yes. Definitely suspicious,” she said after withdrawing her hands. “You took a coffee. And your magic glitched afterwards. You couldn’t teleport at first try. Then you completely lost your magic after taking another cup. I might be wrong. Maybe I’m just over analysing it.”

“Remember how I teleported us here? Usually, after magic is used…” “To be clear, whenever magic is employed—whether in its pure form or through an object—there are residues, like magical breadcrumbs. They lead us to the source or at least indicate that magic was performed in the area.” “I see. So, you’re saying your teleportation spell left residues,” Thane said. “Yes, like fingerprints at a crime scene!” I responded, pleased he was following. “So, what’s the problem? How does this relate to our situation, since you can’t see these residues?”

They all looked elsewhere. “Why did you tell him I would do it?” asked Claire. “I don’t want him to know we’re using magic. You’re magic’s weak enough that if you do it while massaging his arm and you’re subtle about it, he’ll be none the wiser. Plus, it’ll give you someone to practise on. Throw some Eastern medicine waffle at him, Reiki and all that bullshit, if he gets suspicious.” “Actually,” said Maurice, “it isn’t bullshit. Clinical trials have shown—”

Silence enveloped us, thick with the unspoken challenge and the unyielding demand for perfection in their training. A chuckle escaped my lips as I observed their flustered expressions. "Worry not, my young apprentices," I said, my voice softening with a hint of amusement. "The magic circle you have been tasked with memorizing is but a simple one, crafted by the very system that guides our path." Reaching out, I gently lifted each of them, their small frames cradled in my arms as I guided them towards the waiting carriage. The stacks of scrolls, bearing the intricate patterns of the system-created magic circle, rustled softly in their hands, a testament to their diligent practice.

Once I catch him, I'll burst hellfire over him. "According to the myths,there are various types of magical objects. Some actually siphon the magic from it's user and then project it towards the person used on. Those magical objects were basically built as a trap since it caused more harm to the user." One guy raises his hand in the middle of the class. "Does our academy have these objects?"