Magical Poems Novels & Stories

“Then what is all this? A figment of my imagination?” “There is magic, and there is power. Magic is really just the science of things around you; a deeper understanding of how things intertwine and act together and apart. Kind of like baking. If you mix too much sugar into a cookie, it will flatten and not hold a shape. If there is too little, it is hard and dry as well as tasteless. You need to find the correct balance to make something enjoyable.”She kicked her foot up to cross her legs, leaning back in her chair to relax.

Maerilee The dog treat trembles in my hand, faint pulses of magic swirling around it like threads of silver. I close my eyes, focusing on the barrier I’m trying to create. The energies stretch from my fingertips, encasing the treat in an invisible shield, or at least what I hope is an invisible shield. My breath slows as I concentrate, willing the magic to hold steady. A faint hum tickles the back of my mind. My magic is attempting to do what it’s supposed to but deep down, I can feel how weak it is, how flimsy the barrier must be.

I have no choice but to use it. " Rosepast." The skin in between my collar bone moves back revealing a Glass rose that was red in color but glows purple. I take in a breath before singing. "Far out of sight, a prisoner of the night Hides a small child, taking a final breath." A magic circle glowing with power appears in front of me. " Dobe it to rust" Rows and rows of magical circles appear on the snowy mountain. " Tus!" All the magical circles glowed a bright red and exploded. Smoke filled the area after so many explosions. Causing an avalanche that came towards me.

says Hala while raising her hand, "magic like the bunnies and top hats is not related to majestic theory?" "Not always," says Mrs. Loop, "so, the best way to think about majestic theory is it's the established school of academics for magic. And in the case of magic, unlike the other subjects, there is the established school and then the pseudo-schools. Most individuals who do partake in the, well, generic magic show, are usually not related with the established school. However, there are people who are magical individuals who do exhibit that kind of magic." Mrs. Loop pulls out a baseball cap from her bag, and flips it over. Tapping it with her index finder, the hat floats in the air, and aft

She, who was completely exhausted just a few minutes before, felt again full of energy and then she looked at Paige who smiled at her and she told her, "Paige, it's amazing, I feel so great, this water is really magical." Paige laughed and explained to her, "The water in the pocket dimensions is always a purifying water, depending on the power of the mage it can heal small physical wounds, regenerate the reserve of energy, and it can improve the growth of magic herbs. By using this water they mature faster and sometimes some even become high quality magic herbs."

'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.

I took Axil's palm and tapped my finger lightly against it, watching as a dot of blood appeared and trailed onto my hand, absorbing itself into my skin. I used the podium as the center base of the barrier and knelt down and placed a hand against the wooden surface, feeling my magic boiling inside of me due to the drop of Axil's blood. I allowed that magic to bubble forward as a stream of hot blood suddenly erupted from my fingertips and dove themselves into the wooden platform beneath us. "Ashes to ashes Blood to blood Surround the masses Bring forth the flood Blood rises above all Yet seeps beneath the feet Trap these bodies within the wall

The air was alive with the scent of possibility, the glow of the dream realm casting a soft, ethereal light that illuminated the path before her. As she journeyed deeper into the dream realm, Mama Hazel felt a sense of wonder and awe at the sights that unfolded before her. Magical creatures flitted through the air, their iridescent wings shimmering in the moonlight, while fantastical landscapes stretched out in a breathtaking tapestry of colors and shapes. Each step she took led her further into a world where imagination reigned supreme and where the boundaries of reality melted away.

Eyes, once reflecting the dignity of a monarch, now glowed like fiery orbs, pulsating with an intensity that transcended the mortal realm. This enchanting metamorphosis was a dance of arcane forces, a communion between the ancient magic of the woods and the regal spirit within me. The moonlit forest bore witness to the emergence of a creature both wild and noble, a guardian in a realm where the mystical and the mundane converged.

Lillian and Celia joined hands, using the other to touch the rubble. “By earth’s embrace and sky’s expanse, By fire’s warmth and water’s dance, We call upon the magic deep, To awaken the objects that in silence sleep.” As they spoke, a soft green glow enveloped their hands. Surrounding rocks began to levitate around them as the atmosphere hummed with mystical forces. “As above, so below, in this sacred dance, Recreate, renew, by our will, enhance. Let the objects form what was lost, By magic’s touch, at our command embossed.”