Magical Raising Project Novels & Stories

she told me with the sweetest smile that ever came from her lips before. I lifted up the front of her shirt and placed my hand over her stomach where her womb was. I closed my eyes and focused on my magic, binding it so that only Kenzie or I could remove it. There was one additional layer placed which ensured that we would both be alerted if anyone tried to tamper with it. “There we go, gorgeous. Only you or I could remove it, and it can’t be tampered with.” She pulled the shirt up higher but saw nothing there but still rubbed over it. She would feel the magical signature as would I, but nobody else would.

The magic coalesced into a radiant sphere above my palm, its luminescence casting a soft, comforting glow. Closing my eyes, I created a mental picture of Vincent using magic to control Tarr. Vampires used blood magic, so I visualized red threads projected by Vincent, the threads tied on different parts of Tarr’s body—his wrists, knees, ankles, head. Tarr was a puppet to Vincent who controlled those threads. The magical sphere pulsed with intensity, responding to the urgency of my intent.

She rewarded him with a death glare and a reminder that he just landed himself in the doghouse and would not be sleeping with her tonight. “You can’t decide things for me now that I am going to be king.” I tried to get the topic back on track and away from talking about Ciara. “We can if we get the Magical Creature Council’s approval.” Elder Beacon spoke with a half sadistic grin on his face as he pulled out a letter from his coat jacket. My mother handed me the document. The Magical Council was above all the Kings, Queens, Alphas, Lunas and anyone else holding a position of power. It was created to maintain peace between the magical and non-magical beings.

Rosie shot Stuart a quick glance before stammering, "Oh, s-she... she's my friend. We found the baby together." I listened to their pathetic lie, like I was some fool, and suddenly smiled. Turning away, I spoke with deliberate indifference. "Either way, I'm not adopting a mentally impaired kid. A mute? Even worse. Sigh... If he were normal, maybe I'd consider it, raise him like my own. But like this? No chance."

I nodded. "I understand." I said to her and I left the same way I came. Observer's POV This got more interesting than I thought. I never suspected Kate, the Spears housekeeper, to be a ruler of the night. The young girl definitely looked extremely innocent to be suspected. This new information gave me a chilly feeling about the mole we have in our midst that works for Sage. Anyway, a lot has been on both at the Magical world and the human world. The war has truly began. It only needed time to escalate and something else to fuel it. Something both worlds do not have in their possession at the moment - the magical band.

It is also said that once the magic is so abundant that the soul dragon is revived, that one is the king of all species. Hana suddenly remembered the dragon still sleeping peacefully in her head. Then she was excited about her future; if she practiced hard, she would surpass everyone at Scott Hall one day. Hana lowered her head again to the book, which clearly stated how to increase the magic. Hana enthusiastically finished reading the book for two days; she raised her head to look at the sunlight through the window. So Henry didn't return in time, and Hana would carry out the plan alone. Putting the red book in her pocket, although she had read all the contents, Hana had no intention of ret

I was quite surprised, did not expect my journey to be as smooth as this. "Huh!? My amount of magical energy keeps doubling!?" I saw the amount of my magic energy which was only 4 before, had now risen to 8. "Hehehe." I grin widely, my teeth clenched tight and my eyes wide. I plan to raise my magical energy to the max. "Water ball! Life giver! Water ball! Life giver! Water ball! Life giver!" I keep doing that and get bored.

The air shimmered with an unspoken connection, and Magdalene's eyes bore the weight of centuries as she prepared to unveil another layer of the ancient tapestry. "Jette," Magdalene began, her voice carrying the resonance of ancestral echoes, "there are truths that transcend the boundaries of ordinary understanding. Our lineage, intertwined with magic and mysticism, carries with it a unique aspect—one that defines our connection to nature and the forces that shape our existence."

“Self-generating, and threat-responsive. I’ve only seen these in historical texts. They’re supposed to be extinct.” “Well, congratulations,” I said weakly. “I just brought back an endangered species.” “This isn’t a joke, Val.” Caius moved closer to the barrier, his analytical mind clearly working overtime. “Do you understand what you’ve created? This type of magic requires decades of training. Centuries, even. And you just manifested it by accident.” “So I’m an overachiever, that’s nothing new. Can I make it disappear now?” “No.” He said it simply, like he was telling me the weather. “Not until your bloodline decides the threat has passed.”