Magical Mood Novels & Stories

"I think I need a break but there will be no one to take care of the whole thing while I'm gone. Would it be too much if I wished for the world to stop moving for a day?" "You know that's impossible" Ella said, giggling lightly. "I know" I groaned. "But I might know what to get your mind off all these" Ella said excitedly. Ella the ever cheerful type. Always knowing what to do to be happy. How come I didn't have that kind of gift? "What?" I asked lifting my head from the table slightly to study the all too familiar glint of her ocean blue eyes "Spa day" she squealed. "Maybe I guess, it's worth a shot" what other choice have I got? It's either that or be buried in tons of paper work.

She hurried to the window and closed the curtains. “I can see the pink of dawn over the trees,” she said worriedly. Something needed to be done soon. Maggie grabbed her book of spells again and quickly leafed through the pages. Without a moment’s hesitation, Tara joined her. Dominic resumed pounding on the door and shouting for her to come out. Every nerve in the room was worn thin as the tension mounted. Maggie finally came to a page and stopped. She took in a deep breath as she read and then just as quickly let it out.

As I closed my eyes and concentrated on the image of Zorzaris in my mind, I felt the familiar tingle of magic coursing through my veins, transporting me to a world where anything was possible. Where he ruled. Happy Birthday to me, indeed. As I materialized in Zorzaris, the vibrant colors and enchanting scenery of the mystical realm greeted me, filling me with a sense of wonder and awe. The air was alive with magic, carrying with it the promise of adventure and excitement. I took a moment to bask in the beauty of my surroundings, marveling at the towering trees, shimmering lakes, and majestic mountains that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was a world unlike any other, where dreams b

She scolded herself immediately when she realized that there's a lot of problems on her hands right now. "I think this is a good place for your wedding reception Jace,the food is great and the waitresses are beautiful,"she heard the one wearing a plain white Polo shirt said. So,her man's name is Jace. She smiled inwardly. "I can definitely agree with Jared,Jace,,"said the beautiful lady. " Sanity would love it here".

Valerie seems determined to give me the full tour of her guest list. The third person she brings me to is someone different. A striking woman with deep brown skin, a sharp bob, and eyes that gleam with genuine curiosity. Her name is Imara. The moment Valerie mentions I teach Occult Studies, Imara’s whole face lights up. “No way. That’s your actual job?” I nod my head, a little amused. “It is.” Imara leans in, wine glass forgotten in her hand. “Okay, you have to tell me everything. What’s your take on ancestral magic? Or ley lines? Do you think any of it’s real?”

"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."

The surrounding air thickens, heavy with the essence of magic, and I become one with this wild and voracious power. The spell is complex, an intricate web of magic that demands precision and absolute focus. To master such power, to force a transformation of the lycans, I spent nights in deep study and practice. The moon, majestic and full, dominates the sky, its silver light bathing the earth and intensifying the aura of mystery and power. It seems to grow, immense and imposing, as if it were about to touch the ground, emanating a primal energy that amplifies my magic, strengthening every cell in my body. Behind me, at the castle, I sense the agitation taking form even before hearing the fir

She just left a letter telling him not to worry, she will come back before sunset, otherwise, he will freak out. It took her a while just to get herself outside. The palace was so big that she can't even find the exit. She can't remember how many doors she has opened thinking it will lead her in the right direction. Ugh! I don't want to live in such a big place like this. Everything is just inaccessible. It was a perfect day with perfect weather. This place never fails to amaze her. It was very magical especially with those huge and small mushrooms that loom during the night. Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies-

His face had already turned pale, his eyes reddish and his mouth dried of spits. He began slowing down the warriors who were moving fast to walk out of that land so that they could drink water. Because of the spirit sent by the wicked Oracle, each hour was meant to be like 10 hours. This was meant to make them feel the pang of a 10-hour thirst in each passing hour. The wicked Oracle who was watching the warriors from his mystical mirror believed that by multiplying their pang of water by 10, he’ll force the entire warriors to drink the poisonous water and die, thereby jeopardizing their mission to bring the Magic Bean and save the ailing King.

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.