Magical Raising Project Novels & Stories

“Shraaaah!” The twenty-foot-wide area was enclosed by crooked trees, with a giant concrete ring shaped like an eight. Each loop surrounded an eight-foot-wide hexagon with a small circular pedestal at its center. The medallion sat on one, humming and oozing thick, dark mist that couldn't travel more than three inches from it. “Get away from it!” Penn hissed over the boisterous voices as we hurried over to them. The bickering Elders stood outside the hearthring, knowing better than to enter a designated magical workspace. This was where Penn, Marlena, and Miriam performed spells that were too powerful, dangerous, or complex to cast in their basement.

My nervousness tripled, this is it! “Today is… a very special day, for you will all witness Magic. There are more than a hundred mages who participated in the training but only twenty-six made it this far. Today marks a special day, for these mages will prove their strength to be worthy of becoming our next Magic Knights, Magic Knights Leader and one will be our next Magic Leader. Today you will witness as they take their first step towards greatness. Let’s all welcome, our examinees!”

Master Tsertinand stops his task and turns to me slowly, his face a hard expression. "What?" "You heard me correctly," the Headmistress states, "she is a magic-less being who managed to conjure a magical shield." "Impossible." Master Tsertinand abandons his craft and rushes toward me. "Do it again." "Um, I don't know how?" I reply. "Do whatever you did at that moment!" I raised my arms over my head and crossed them. The shield erupts around me, glowing a light magenta. Both the Headmistress and Master Tsertinand gaped.

"It is not. It is a fluid dynamic. If you push against it, it pushes back. If you flow with it, it becomes the wind at your back." She was establishing the Global Magical Education System (GMES), a curriculum designed to replace the fragmented, superstitious teachings of the old covens and the fearful, clinical observations of the early human researchers. It was a rigorous, multi-disciplinary approach that combined quantum physics with ancient Wyrd rites.

The meditation chamber had been hastily converted into a ritual space, candles arranged in precise patterns while Mira fought through increasingly intense contractions. Elder Sage worked frantically with the ancient texts, searching for precedents that might allow what they were attempting. "There's no record of a Luna projecting during active labor," she muttered, her weathered fingers tracing passages in the Charter. "The magical strain alone could kill both mother and child." "Then we make new precedent," Mira said through gritted teeth, another contraction making silver light flicker around her. "Those girls don't have time for us to find a safer option."

Rita The hall buzzed with energy as students gathered for their first practical magic class. The space, usually reserved for assemblies, had been transformed—circles of salt and herbs marked workstations, and the air hummed with the residue of old spells. Rita stood beside Freda, watching as the instructor—a stout witch with silver-streaked braids—demonstrated a basic energy channeling exercise. "Focus on the earth beneath you," the teacher intoned. "Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."

His eyes were glowing faint silver, the same silver as Killian’s — only sharper, more feral. Elsewhere on the field, Harlow led her unit with fire in her veins, cutting a path through the enemy lines. Maera unleashed spells that cracked the ground itself, swallowing remnants in chasms. But for every one that fell, two more clawed out of the smoke. The guild was being surrounded. “Fall back to the ridge!” Maera screamed, her voice amplified by spell craft. “Form the circle!” The army obeyed, pulling into tighter lines, shields locking. The ridge was their anchor now, and if it fell, they’d all drown in the tide of shadows.

“Now for the fun part. I want you to create a waterspout and spin it around the perimeter of the training space. Gideon, you handle the air. Seren, water. This is about confidence in your element—and cooperation.” I drew the water up eagerly, sending it twisting into a roaring column nearly twenty feet tall. Gideon summoned the wind, guiding it down toward the spinning liquid. The moment our magic brushed, a strange pressure rippled through my chest, sharper than before—like the elements were leaning toward each other instead of waiting to be shaped.

He raises his arms to the sky. They are raising the coconut on their hands to the sky and starting to enchant an ancient spell. “Ong, gni brahma anglebur panca maha butha, anglukat sarining merta. mulihankene kite ring betara guru, tumitis kita dadi manusia mahatama. ong rang sah, prete namah.” The coconuts are glowing orange. Their bodies are absorbed into those coconuts, and the coconuts have turned into fireballs.

Rose as she continued to read the book in front of her. “Yeah, okay…” Cecilia also continued reading. The stack of books were all about magic. “Magus: Basic Structures Of Magic Circles” “Gifts Granted By God” “Divine Magic And Belief” “Elemental Resonance Between Magic And Science” “Advanced Guide to Magic” were some of the titles among others. Rose’s objective was to master at least a few high tier magic for the upcoming fight. That was the original plan that she thought of when she had just returned from the last quest but as of now, she was keeping watch. Her eyes also took quick glances at Cecilia.