Magical Midlife Madness Novels & Stories

14-MAD MEN FOR CINDERELLA The warm breeze gently caressed Nyx's skin, but his body was already burned with the exertion of digging those wretched holes. His jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the mind-numbing task in his head. Suddenly, a forceful shoulder collided with his, causing him to stumble and break from his thoughts.

The eyes are easily deceived, and so does the mind play tricks on you. Magic has a way of betraying you, and it shall betray you even harder if you wish to use it for your own benefit. These are all facts that we should have taking into consideration. But what should I be considering here? The fact that in front of me is a woman that is a fair age of seventy is by all possibility, my beloved. This truly has become insane, so I close my head for but a brief second and shake all the images out of my mind hoping that I would see different.

What is madness? Do you think that I am crazy, I, someone who condemns his own soul through the practice of black magic? And for what purpose? For a few more decades of desperately decadent life? To become an outlaw from the world of the living when it is precisely the unbearable desire to live that has led me to study the forbidden rites of necromancy?

“Oh, before that. I need you to help me with something.” Midas was still left unpunished. She needed to put that man in his place. “Again, is it okay if we crash The Unknown just like this?” Smile asked thoughtfully. Hearing that, she broke from her mind. “Excuse me?” “As far as I know, The Unknown is the place where people can be anything. This place is… magical.” He looked around, glancing at the colorful trees around. “Is it okay for a normal person like me… like us to crash it?” His rough voice was laced with uncertainty.

The light made his skin look bluish. “Thank you everyone for being here. I am sure you all have a lot of questions. Unfortunately, I am unable to tell you more. You are here for answers, answers that can only be provided by a test. I will impress upon you one thing, never confuse magic with science. Magic is a force, science is a discipline.” An older roughneck from the oil patch asked, “What if we don’t want to take your test? Who are you to tell us how to raise our children.”

He sighs, "You've poured more than enough honey on your pancakes, princess." My eyes widen and I look at my plate. I huff and put the bottle on the table. Why am I dreaming in daylight? "I apologize," I mutter and hold the piece to stuff it into my mouth. "No worries. And yeah my love, don't think so much. I know it's impossible to forget what happened in the past but whenever you feel like your mind is struggling, just take some deep breaths and push the thought out of your mind." I nod at his words. He knows my habit of overthinking and we can't help it. Overthinking feels like a disorder sometimes and to me, it's the most dangerous disease.

Too slow. And still, he couldn’t let go. Across the nave, the guild gathered in low voices around the ruins of the old choir stalls. Arguments rose and fell like a tide. “We can’t take him back there,” one voice spat. “You saw what happened in the night. The shadows moved through him. He’s already lost.” “He’s not lost,” Maera hissed, clutching her scrolls to her chest like a shield. “The rite is real. I’ve read the records myself. He can be severed.”

Getting me close to the President's son or some other rich person's son. And selling Belle's expensive shoes? No, I won't. That's forbidden money. I can't take other people's money to cover my own problems. There were different ways, I was sure there were way out.. and, I don't know, maybe all I was doing was waiting for a miracle? "I think I need alcohol or sleeping pills to make me pass out." I said. "Me too," **

“He told me I won’t get my magic until I’m 25.” “Yeah, he was definitely wrong about that,” she said, dismay written all over her face. “I don’t get it though,” I said, staring at my hands as if they were about to do something magical at any moment. “I’ve had magic for 2 years? I don’t feel magical at all.” “You wouldn’t feel it,” she said, also staring at my hands. “Not until you reach 25 when it’s matured. But it’s definitely there. You just have to tap into it.”

I raised an eyebrow at his story, still not understanding its relevance. "One day the man and the woman had a baby girl. But this girl was no ordinary girl. She was special," he said, inspecting his nails casually. Then his eyes lifted to mine. "She was one born of magic, and of the moon." Shock ripped through my body at his words, but I schooled my face into neutrality. "And what does this fairytale have to do with me?" I asked. Damion burst out laughing and slapped his knee. Within an instant, he had shoved himself off of the stool and dropped down on his knees in front of me so that we were eye to eye.