Magical Practices นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"As ready as I'll ever be." Queen Sage begins the invocation, her voice carrying the formal cadence of ancient magical practice. "We gather to heal what has been fractured, to restore what has been suppressed, to free what has been bound by fear and good intention." Magical energy begins building in the chamber, visible as faint silver light that dances between the crystals and herbs arranged around the circle. The sensation is gentle at first—warm, welcoming, like sinking into a perfectly heated bath. "The first barrier is superficial," Queen Sage observes, her hands moving in precise patterns above my chest. "Recent suppression, probably dating back only a few months."

Titles like 'The Elements of Magic' and 'Harnessing the Power Within' stared back at me, their spines cracked with age. “Alright,” I murmured to myself, flipping open a book. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me.” The hours slipped by as I read, my mind absorbing information about spells, incantations, and the delicate balance of energy required to wield magic effectively. It was fascinating and overwhelming all at once. I practiced small spells, testing my control. A simple flame flickered to life in my palm before I snuffed it out. I levitated a quill, watching as it floated lazily through the air. These were small feats, but they were progress.

He says with a kind smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Magic is practiced in many ways. Power alone does not make you powerful. Spells, herbs, rituals, are all things you can do even without access to the well of power.” He explains patiently. “I know the teachings do not like to acknowledge the role of men except within the context of breeding and marriage.”

Each exchange had been at the meetings the leaders of the seven magics held once a century. We arrived quickly. Gabriel halted at the edge of Keening Forest. It was known for its giant pine trees, and hostile phantoms said to be able to make you crazy or hallucinate or both. Seeing one wasn't high on my list, but it was highly likely we would. Gabriel released me, allowing my feet to crunch against the dried grass. "This way," I said, wanting to get this over with before it began. "I don't know," Ryden said, her high voice quivering. "Are you sure this is necessary? I mean, can't you command Devoran to come to you?"

Walking over to Rebecca, he helped her up. “Pardon?” asked Ruby. “You heard me. With your trash skills you still dare take the challenge.” “Pfft.” “What energy level are you?” Ruby frowned. Kevin said, “Ruby, every magician can use magic to active spells. Basically, anyone can use spells base on their energy level. Spiritual powers are individual users who uses specific creatures, items, themes, etc.” Ruby looked at him with a pretend confusion.

After all, what could she want from me, especially when I had nothing to offer? — Wizards and Archmages are the only ones who can still use enchantments and divine prayers, although many prefer dark magic. Lastly, the Wiccans. You're quite unique, Olivia. Wiccans can't create magic or use spells. Instead, you use the energy around you or stored in something. The four common types are fire, water, air, and earth. But you're not common. The kind of energy you use is cursed. — Do I cast curses on people?

Kiema asked. He shrugged. "Too much mental stress all the time is the answer I've gotten in the past. I'm not sure if it's true or not though. I imagine a lot of precogs work for IS in corporate settings and help with funding and resources." "What other kinds of magic are scooped up into IS before they can be verified for public dissemination?" I asked. "Revelator, Necromancy, Psionic, Psychometry, and Defenses." "I have healing, revelator, and defenses," Kiema said. "Why wasn't I snatched up by IS?"

” “Say what now?” “Mystics are practitioners of all magical practices. Mediums, spiritualists and diviners, unlike witches and wizards who draws power from rituals and the occult, you and I draw our powers from within our chi.” “you and I, are you saying that…” “Yes Omotola, you’re a mystic,” doctor Chisom confirmed with a nod. “remember when I said I could not decipher anything from gazing through your very being, instead I sensed something quite different compared to your siblings, your chi was like a tightly knotted wrapping, that is best left alone and untouched by the likes of me, powerful though I might be I am still mortal.”

Aislen frowned. “Corpse hair,” Connery replied mildly. “F-k me,” Aislen’s eyes widened, and she flicked a look at Stella and Bianca. “Does that mean what I think it means?” “Necromancy,” Stella confirmed. “One of the forbidden arts amongst almost every coven due to it’s dangerous and rather dubious nature.” “Only as dubious as the practitioner,” Connery corrected. “Focus on your own spell,” Meguitte replied without looking up. “And allow me to focus on mine.”

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.