Magical Midlife Madness Novels & Stories

The lucky ones, perhaps. Others—gods forgive us—do not. The madness sets in: rage, hunger, loss of all sense. They turn on kin, on pups, on the mate beside them. We try salves, charms, moonstone, prayers. Nothing holds. The young are the most vulnerable. The old, too. I suspect something has ruptured in the spirit—our magic recoils at it. I dare not write more. If you know anything, or anyone who does, send word.

“It started when I was thirteen, not long after my father died. The trauma… messed something up.” His expression softened instantly. “I’m sorry. What kind of condition? Maybe I can help you find someone who specializes in it.” My head snapped up. “You’d do that?” A mistake I let too much hope show. I cleared my throat. “It’s an energy issue. My magic reserves don’t stay stable on their own. Without the medication, everything would drain too fast. Theoretically, I wouldn’t be able to cast even basic spells.” “How awful.” He leaned forward, concerned. “But you said theoretically. You’ve never tested it?”

He says hoping she’ll do it. Her body language changes and she steps back concerned. “I can’t help you. You’ve come to the wrong witch.” She starts walking back to the house tearing up. Midnights close on her heels. He jogs after her “you can’t or you won’t?” He asks, confused. “I don’t have the magic for it. Trust me if I did, maybe then I could fix my own problem…” she says sadly as she walks into her house. She sits down on the couch and midnight curls into her lap. He followed her in and sat on the loveseat. “I did a spell that took all my magic months ago and I can’t even remember why I did it or what spell it was” she looks at him with tears in her eyes.

Madison said with conviction, a sad smile playing on her face. “None of your pessimistic talk again!” Meredith warned. “You can’t just give up and let the evil witch take over your mind so that she can come and go as she pleases. You can do better than that.” “I have been trying! I have been trying hard,” Madison said, a sad smile playing on her face. “The problem is I focus even more than before but it just doesn’t work. It’s getting easier and easier for her to get inside my mind, and I don’t know the reason,” Madison replied.

The third one involved an evil which who had used dark magic to blast her way through the castles defense. The final vision involved a nights and green and silver armor with a red X on his chest. Although Madison believed these stories to only live in the world of make believe, he could not help to feel that there was more to this fantasy world then what April G had led on about. " MADISON,” The two adults shouted his name snapping him out of his trance. " What happened?” Madison asked. " Thank you for your concern, Mayor Pollack.” April G said as she shook his hand.” But I will keep that option as a last resort,”

Her voice drops at the end as she grimaces. Brie sucks down the rest of the tea, fighting for her life as she sucks in a breath, then asks, “What else? What else do you need?” But the look on Maeve’s face must tell Brie exactly what Maeve needs to complete her insane plan because Brie yelps, shaking her head. “You can’t be serious.” “It’ll work, and you know it.” “Maeve, you can’t. That’s–that’s the darkest kind of magic–”

She was so young and had so much more to do in her life and that this meant he would lose her since it made her next journey a certainty It had taken a great amount of time for him to let her go after expressing concern on everything, to her mating, to protection, to her studies and battle training and for her to meet everyone else. It had been almost two hours later when Pontus had interrupted and guided the family to the table and explained how magik worked. Maddie and Cindy looked around wide-eyed as they tried to wrap their head around the drinks magik, while food appeared out of thin air and to each person’s specification. It was now just two hours before sunset and the girls had finall

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

"How are we going to find you a good husband if you keep showing up late to everything?" "Wow, you sound just like my mother," I say, rolling my eyes. "I'm not looking for a husband, Sally. You of all people should know that." "You say that now," she says, adjusting my dress with practiced hands. "But in a few years when you're living alone with a bunch of cats, you're going to wish you'd taken my advice and found yourself a husband."

he said. The old woman shifted, unresponsive. Jon stepped closer. She was sallow, pale, and deflated. There wasn’t much going on inside, but she wasn’t a complete vegetable. Her eyes would not look at anything directly, certainly not another human’s. They seemed to seek out the middle distance between objects and gaze at nothing. She hadn’t visibly aged since the final photo from upstairs, while her children certainly had. Another ageless wonder. His life was starting to get crowded by them. Father poured some brown liquid into a snifter. “You’re looking at the great magical failure, just like her organization,” Father began. “She reached beyond to pluck power, to realize herself in totality