Magical Raising Project Novels & Stories

She also started marching all over the perimeter of the room as she lost herself in her monologue. “Yes, werewolves are magical. You possess a different kind of magic from ours. From your ability to shift at will, up until your ability to share mental links with one another. The practice of the Ascension Rite is a magical ritual in and by itself. Then there is the existence of fated mates, as well as the curse of the Blood Moon. Even your words hold power. You can break bonds with mates through a disavowment oath, and you can forge magically binding connections within your pack with a pledge. Your kind has an ancient magic that stemmed from the blessing of the moon goddess-”

She was screaming in pain as the Fae Magic asserted itself within her fragile body Cupid turned to run but the magic grabbed him and held him immobile a witness to her ascension into the Circle of the Silver Fae, she was its Magi. Tegan was in so much pain that she thought she was going to die. Inside her, the magic was growing exponentially, attaching itself to every cell in her body. She was magic. It lifted her into the air, spinning her so fast she became an iridescent beacon, the sunlight refracting through her body, sending lightning bolts of colour across the sky. It was the sign all the Immortal knew; the new Magi had ascended to lead them and across the Realms, each Species bowed to

“She’s raw still, but I’ve been training her a little. There’s power in that girl. I can feel it. We’ll keep her safe.” Audrey looked mildly amused. “You want to bring a six-year-old and a three-year-old into a magical restoration project inside a foreign castle on virgin land?” “Exactly,” I said. “They need real-world experience.” Amy’s eyes gleamed. “They’ll lose their minds.” Audrey shook her head but smiled. “You’re really building something wild, aren’t you?” “I’m not building it alone.” Zerina stirred. “Tell them about the nexus,” she urged.

“Thank you very much.” “It's nothing. Now you should hurry. Thea is going to think you've bailed on her.” Right. I sigh and stand up, brushing my clothes to take off the dust. I find the wheelbarrow and resume pushing it. Kilian's instruction was to drive the dump out to one of the pack's hired mages who will be standing by to change it with magic. I don't understand how, and honestly, I'm excited to know. People tend to be impressed by the more flashy applications of magic, but I know that the Fang packs try their best to keep a monopoly on their warlocks. A powerful warlock can do impressive things like make food grow faster or, in our case, turn the camp's nightsoil into something useful.

And my daughter somewhere above us, burning herself out trying to hold reality together. "Prospero." Morgana touched my arm. "The magical signature. This isn't just an ascension ritual." "I know." "She's trying to become a goddess. Actual divinity. If she completes it, she won't just be powerful. She'll be beyond supernatural law. Beyond any authority or limitation." "Then we stop her before completion." "How? She's channeling power from six deaths already. We're exhausted from stabilizing Miranda's working. Even together, we might not be strong enough."

Our whole operation got thrown off. But online? Whoever cries hardest always looks right. So I clapped back, posting the entry rules for those paid competitions: [These events exist so kids who'll never hit stardom can still enjoy the spotlight. Making it big is tough. Whether parents do it for confidence or for résumé padding—that's their choice, not ours to judge. As for Luca's parents—your kid never signed with us. You never paid a dime. So where's this 'scam' you're screaming about?]

He blinked up at the world, his eyes flashing silver before closing in the safety of her arms. Caelum Vale. Moments later, another cry—a girl, quieter, more curious, her small fingers flexing without thought. For a heartbeat, moonlight shimmered across her skin, a whisper of the magic that ran in her blood. Selene Vale. No fur, no claws, no wild magic raging at the surface—just two human babies. But anyone present could feel it—the power woven through their blood, the ancient bond laced in their bones, the promise of something new.

A pregnant woman with magical threads extending toward something shadowy. "The Reaching. Happens when a bond-breaker conceives while carrying residual foreign magic." "Foreign magic?" I asked. "In the past months, have you absorbed magical energy not your own?" I remembered. "The crystals. At the sanctuary. I absorbed six bond-breakers' stolen powers before releasing them." "That's it. Residual power from six dead bond-breakers. The baby is trying to connect to their essence." Horror washed over me. "My baby is reaching for dead people?"

However, I forgot that it was impossible to change a person's inherent greed and wickedness. Since the case had already escalated to this point, I was determined to make them pay for the consequences of their actions. But first, I had to deal with the Morenos. Mom and Dad immediately ordered their men to begin preparations when I told them my plan. It wouldn't be long before the smug look was wiped off Ethan's face.

For that, she needs to add range inside the magic circle for now. “You forgot to add range and restrictions,” I told Restia. After reminding her, Restia carefully and accurately adds in the symbols for the levitation’s range and mana absorbing restrictions. After adding those, the man falls and stops just right above the magic circle. “Phew……” Restia heaves a sigh. “How did I do…?” I didn’t do much. All I did is just remind her what she lacks, and Restia solves it in an instant. “Genius…!” I inadvertently murmured. “I’m so proud of you…!”