Magical Novels & Stories

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

Only through the shift of invisible energy. She nodded and smiled. ‘That's how magic is. Invisible, present, and usable for some. It is a form of energy that you cannot see or touch, ‘he further explained. ‘Well, the latter is not entirely true,’ he corrected himself, ‘you can get pretty hit by magic. Literally and figuratively.’ Maddie laughed at that imagery. He could feel her relax again as he tuned in to her. ‘That's the longest story you've ever told in succession,’ said Maddie, and it sounded a little teasing.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

"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.

I know, I made my family a crazy one about me. After searching for a week, we didn’t find anything, but I could say that we learnt many strange things about magic, like the werewolves, if they are faced with a dark magician, they will destroy their hearts completely, because a dark magician uses blood sacrifices to cast spells, he wants to make sure that his spell will work even after his death, so in destroying the heart the magic will stop in operating itself and the spell cast will disappear. It is something that I didn’t know about before. It may come in handy, because who knows William might be sending dark mages as assassins to kill me.

The Red Moon day arrived but this time my family, the creature of full moon weren't happy. The occasion of Red Moon day came in every 3 years and that time when the moon shine upon us we all feel powerful than ever. Every wolf life depend upon it's pack and tribe so that particular day when the moon was at its peak every wolf unconsciously shape-shifts to their natural worm because wolf are most powerful at its animal form. Its been our ritual for so long, the tribe gather up together to feel enlightened, more powered and stronger.

“If you know how she did the trick, then it isn’t magic anymore.” Madeline leaned back slightly. “That doesn’t mean it was ever magic.” Marc frowned. “Yes, it does.” “No.” “Yes.” Madeline placed one hand against the floor beside her. “Marc.” “What?” “Magic is something supernatural.” Marc considered this, I could see him thinking. Madeline waited. Then Marc shook his head again. “No.” Madeline stared at him. “No?” Marc looked completely certain of himself. “Nothing counts as magic unless it surprises you.”

Varrow leaned against the wall, bleeding but grinning. “You should let it take him,” he said, voice ragged. “One less threat to you.” Killian didn’t even look at him. He poured his will into the magic — not to control the shadows, but to change them. He pushed light into them, thin cracks of pale silver running along the tendrils like veins. The First hissed. For a moment, the pull weakened. Daryl’s body stopped sliding. His breathing was shallow, ragged, but he met Killian’s eyes.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

outed, crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s that supposed to mean? I could totally be a mage.”She shook her head, still chuckling. “It’s not that simple. Magic isn’t something you can just pick up like a hobby. It’s… complicated.”“Complicated how?” I asked, genuinely curious.Elyra’s expression turned thoughtful, her fingers tracing the intricate embroidery on her robes. She tilted her head slightly. “Magic is a blessing, but it’s also a burden,” she began, her voice steady but layered with emotion. “It requires discipline, sacrifice, and an unbreakable connection to the world around you. You can’t just snap your fingers and expect things to happen. Every spell, every enchantment, it all c