Magical Midlife Madness Novels & Stories

Back then, he had promised me he would never betray me. In just a few years, he rode on my name, made a fortune, and changed his mind. He looked guilty for a moment and was about to brush the rotten leaves off my head, but I took a step back and nodded. "Fine. We're getting divorced." The crowd breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. At least Connor's future won't be dragged down by her. I guess she does know her place." "Yeah. She couldn't even say a word to defend herself. She's a genius researcher by day, a thief by night. What else do you expect?"

He puts both of his hands on his thighs and leans forward. "Many demons suffer from magic outbursts." "They do?" He nods. "It's usually due to not developing magic until later in life. Adolescence are a key component in developing a healthy magical system within the body." That shocks me. It would certainly make sense for my case. I didn't even know I had a witch gene in me until I was well into my teens. I'd only been pulled from regular school and put into an academy after I accidentally turned my classes test papers into a flurry of butterflies.

She replied with a slight giggle. "So all three of you are-uh-witches?" "Yes, but I'm a middle witch." Gabrielle raised one of her perfectly done eyebrows, wondering if that was supposed to mean something, "and that is?" "Middle witches are witches who can't do any magic but have magic flowing within them. No one really understands it, but I guess it's just how nature balances it out, " she replied with a careless shrug. "So you're practically human, with magical blood."

I stood up in pain to notice I was the only one left under the shade. "Nancy!" I screamed. "Help!" I heard other voices. "Steve! Help!" The cries could still be heard afar off till I could hear it no more. I screamed and I ruffled my hair in frustration. "What the hell is happening?" Sage's POV I stood up as I roared with laughter. I've just gotten more confirmation that shows Megan and the entire royal family of the magical world are all weaklings and a bunch of fools. "What do they think?" I scoffed.

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?

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.

“That whole warehouse was something else. That room with all the bodies laid out like a morgue… And that warlock and his two women… creepy.” “A magical mishap,” Sigrid told him. “They happen. With surprising frequency. Some witches and warlocks are truly irresponsible with their magics, and I say that as someone who frequently dabbles myself. Over the centuries, I have seen some f-k ups that would give you nightmares.” “Is it polite to ask…” Dan hesitated.

“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.”