Magical Mishaps Novels & Stories

I rushed to the door, but an unknown force brought me to a halt. "What the hell?" I murmured, looking around to find anything enchanted. Then my eyes shifted to the floor. The delicate mist of energy was floating right above the wooden floor. "Reveal!" I commanded, and the mist dispersed, showing the magical circle. I was standing in its center. "Fuck!" I growled. I walked right into the trap. I tried to summon my magic, but the circle was blocking most of it. "Not again!" I groaned as the panic within me rose by the second.

I jumped to the level of the god just for myself to get punched back down. I could hear the concrete falling and the feet of the god matching towards me. I felt his heavy extremities, like the hoof of a horse on my neck. I managed to tilt my neck over to Maria, having an eye contact with her was enough until I saw what she was trying to do. She was trying to harness to power of "Gesture Magic." The most destructive of all magic and not just that, failure to get the right spell on time will eat the practitioner from the inside.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

He looked at me and all his happiness was replaced with fear and worry that didn’t match the situation we were in as he said in an anxious tone: “I won Mia, do you know what this means?” I looked at him and my smile faded away as well as I remembered the deal between us. I nodded as I replied: “it means the horseshoe is dark magic” Our eyes locked together ignoring the noise and the people around us as we both realized the danger and the trouble that we got ourselves in because of a stupid joke…

“My pot and utensils. I see you would not have a problem eating from your hands.” “What a mishap” she growled. “The only unlucky accident that happened here is your car that went off the road,” William replied.

"You will leave Polly and Cinderella - " Mizrabel turned her hand clockwise and Anna doubled over as she cried out in pain. I tried to help, carefully laying Leo on the ground beside me before I stood. There were multiple spells I could use against the woman who supposedly birthed me but my damned mouth wouldn't work. Still, I knew some magic could be used without words and I held out my hand and thought of stopping Mizrabel. She glanced over at me and smiled as she turned her wrist again, squeezing her fingers into a fist.

A dark mist begins to swirl around Selena, enveloping her in its protective embrace. She is soon done with the first casting, but as she moves on to the next to complete the ritual of the protection spell, something goes wrong. The energy in the room shifts, becoming chaotic and uncontrollable. Demika’s eyes widen in panic as she realizes the spell is slipping out of her control. "Selena, something’s wrong!" Demika cries out, but it’s too late. The magic backfires, sending a shockwave through the room. Demika convulses violently, then collapses to the floor, unconscious.

Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.” I’ve seen other witches wandering around campus with theirs. Random floating objects or a slew of different animals saunter around with their witches. Some were as small as a pixie while others stretched high towards the ceiling, towering over the lot of us. There have been moments when I’ve thought what mine could possibly be. “Do you have one?”

Magic was supposed to come naturally to witches. Meanwhile every time I tried using magic lately something went wrong. Still, I opened the spellbook again flipping toward the earth spell. I inhaled slowly before raising my hand toward the pot. Energy stirred beneath my skin immediately. I whispered the spell carefully. For one second nothing happened. Then suddenly— BOOM. The flower pot exploded violently. Dirt blasted into my face while ceramic pieces flew across the garden. I jumped backward in shock staring at the destroyed remains scattered everywhere. “Oh my God.”

"Can you or can't you?" She arched an eyebrow. "Don't get impatient, princess. Magic's an art, not a state of mind, that takes time." I groaned. "Then we're lost." Liam snorted. Magda hesitated, her trembling hand held in mid-air. "All right, all right. I can do that. But there's a catch." "There always is," I said to her. "The spell won't hold," she informed me. "It will dissolve if it catches a scent of blood. If you get slashed up in an accident or intentionally and start to bleed, then the glamour will start to unravel until your body can heal itself."