Magical Midlife Madness Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure if it was his touch or the water that was helping, but the burning began to fade, I could see clearly again. “Are you okay?” “I don’t know, I don’t know what happened. One minute I’m eating breakfast with Parker and the next minute I’m on fire.” “Sometimes when we come into our magic, it’s a lot for our body to handle. It can come out in weird ways, mood swings, tantrums, fever. You’ve gone 18 years without releasing any kind of magic, and over a full week since being 18 without any kind of release. It can’t be healthy. You should go to the infirmary and get checked out.”

It was getting serious by the day. I drove my focus to the cracked mirror, I kept mumbling slowly, my gaze and utmost focus on the cracked lines. I concentrated, I pulled my hands up in the air, my lips moving fervently as I desperately tried to use whatever magic in me to have it fixed back and looking anew. After several minutes of trials, I groaned in desperation. Frustration and impatience, becoming a plight of mine. I still couldn't understand what has been happening to me this past days. Ever since that day, I discovered I still have what little left of magic pulsing through my veins. It's dormant, but it's there. I've tried even the most basic spell, but it doesn't work. I clinched my

“Stop calling me folks. And I’m not able to see anything I shouldn’t.” “Well,” Gilda starts, wiping her lip. “I guess you must have some kind of powers. Are you sure that nothing strange happened in your teenage years? Something your parents didn’t want to address anymore after it had happened? Or maybe something you couldn’t explain but felt too ashamed of talking to someone?” “You mean apart from me liking men in one of the most stuck-up villages in the East Midlands of England?” I retort with a duh-tone. Gilda’s eyes sparkle with amusement as she corrects me, “No, I mean something magical.”

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.”

I stoped counting my steps and how much I walked, I didn’t understand if this is a dream or I magicly traveled here by any way out of my thinking capabilities, after my death infrond of my eyes, I hated being a stepping stone for others, and an amusement thing to pass their time when I was in school, by bullying or make fun at me, in that time I let it happen because I can’t strike back for, evry time I try defending myself by talking back, the words stuck at my mouth and can’t come out, and even if it can comes out, it will be incoherent or forget to continue what in my mind than starting bubling nonsense, that will give me beating or humiliation frond of every one there, whitch push me la

My head was spinning with thoughts that I never quite considered to be worth problemizing over. "Can you stop that?!" banging on my temples with the palsm of my hands, trying to dispel wild thoughts that were uncessesary at the moment. I walked to the living room. The coffee table was also mahogany. “This woman is obsessed with mahogany.” I said picking up the remote control for the flat screen TV. It turned on quickly. The news flashed in front of my eyes. “Two people dead in an explosion,” the reporter said, “according to eye witnesses, the children of the deceased couple were able to run away from the house, right before the explosion.”

When he came back, he carried a large hand mirror. "You can't go back, Elizabeth. How would you explain this?" I gasped in surprise as he held up the mirror to show me my image. That cannot be me! It just cannot be! I was a forty-three-year-old lady with dark brown hair that was gradually becoming gray the last time I glanced in the mirror. I had shadows under my eyes and laugh lines in the corners of my eyes. I was quite overweight and seemed my age. I was attractive enough, but fading and content with it.

I had those images of her running, I could slightly even feel her concern, the strong desire to finish something. The Alpha looked lost in thought, but I gathered that he must have mind linked his wolves to tell them the news. It still bothered me though, the fact that Jeanette McConnell had such strength in her despite her bones turning to nothing but ashes. There must be something tying her to the Living Realm; I just need to find out what it is. "Are you okay?" He asked me with concerned eyes, real concern. I raised an eyebrow, and when I didn't say anything he continued, "I heard witches get tired after doing spells one after the other, Magical Exhaustion is what they call it."

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

She then looked up at me and smiled lightly. "The only question is whether the inside of this cadaver is just as rotten as its previous character."