Magical Mood Novels & Stories

Maddie tossed and turned but she couldn’t escape her thoughts. In the end, she chose to go out on the balcony to get some fresh air. She hugged herself as it is now twice as cold since it is late at night. Maddie sighed before looking up. For a second, she was mesmerised by the beauty of the moons which had become one. The one behind contrasts the one in front with its vibrant red color which gives it a fine outline. Maddie sighed once again out of frustration because not even the magical beauty of the moons can take her mind off of Theo.

useful. "Can you believe it?" Maggie whispered, practically bouncing on her toes. "Magic training today! Finally!" I smiled back at her, the excitement building in my chest. My fingers tingle at the thought of finally learning how to channel my magic effectively—something more than just the basic tricks we had been practicing till now. I had been itching to learn how to defend myself with it, and today, it seemed, that dream would finally become reality.

asks Setia in a grave tone. “I can see the magic of the Orraikam seeping out. Whatever was done has caused a crack in the exterior. Magic is beginning to seep out. Very slowly, but still…” I look to the side as my mother’s aura suddenly appears and her energy fills the room, “Yildiz is right. I see it too.”

Our eyes were telling it that we wanted him to go on and continue with his words. "Can you please clarify it all Doctor?'' Finally, my grandfather asked. All of us had the same question inside our heads though. And hearing his question, the doctor nodded his head in response. "This black magic is called "Moonbound". The person who may be inflicted with this magic will have fake bond with the first person that they fall in love with. Only when the real mate appears, it will be shaken, until then there is no breakthrough." The moment I heard the explanation from the doctor, the first thing that entered my mind was Alejandro.

“Black magic like that Necromancer guy you told us about?” Leesa bent her legs up under her on the couch. “I don’t know what kind, exactly. Dominic called it a ‘fell power.’ He said it was far stronger than any magic he had ever sensed. Have either of you ever heard of the Moodus Noises?” Bradley and Judy looked at each other blankly, then both shook their heads. “Never,” Judy said. “What are they?”

I watch in stunned silence as my mother undergoes this transformation, my mind reeling with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. What kind of dark magic was she using?! I look towards Alpha Jacob as he stares at the scene unfolding. His eyes don’t seem to show he knows what’s happening. “Oh my, the moon goddess has blessed me!” she gasped. My mother’s laughter rings out, filled with an unsettling excitement as she revels in her newfound youth. It’s a stark contrast to the unease gnawing at my gut. Her smile widens, her eyes sparkling with joy, but I can sense something darker lurking beneath the surface.

'The fire of greed in him burns golden and attracts his prey to him. In him lies the power to mesmerize.' – Bloodsongs. * "Whenever I get cold, this magick potion that cured me withing a day, my friends called it magical. So are you saying it is really magick?" Rory asked as she thought about all the times she had been sick. The days she got sick were very rare, and even if she did get sick, her mom would make some disgustingly, smelly things she called teas and three to four cups of it, and Rory would be good as new.

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

That night my world had tilted like a floor giving out beneath a building, and I had kept walking on from that earthquake by nothing but four centuries of discipline and muscle memory. The imprint was old magic that didn't ask for permission or present a rational case for itself. It had reached out of me in that corridor, found her and latched on. I rounded the corner that day, put my hand flat against the wall and stood there for thirty seconds while my heartrate did something it had not done since I was still mortal. I had told myself what the bloodline records told me without sustained proximity, without what the oldest texts called consummation, it would thin, go quiet and eventually bec

As a small breeze rustles the forest around me, I hear the guttural voice one last time, like it owns a part of my mind now… “I'm coming for-rrr you.”