Magical Space Novels & Stories

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

The energy source they needed to prove that this research was no waste – that there was really a separate space that was connecting another world from another. ‘A space that never has the rules of distance and time.’ “The abyss.” At first, the orb was like roaming for nothing. Not a thing could be found except darkness. Nothingness. But then, the signal became stronger and stronger even without Jill adding shockwaves to increase its visibility. The young wizard looked at the orb then to his Magnus Lysidrian. He couldn't help but be astounded to the Magnus' dedication and expertise to their experiment. "Magnus...?"

Only through the shift of invisible energy. She nodded and smiled. ‘That's how magic is. Invisible, present, and usable for some. It is a form of energy that you cannot see or touch, ‘he further explained. ‘Well, the latter is not entirely true,’ he corrected himself, ‘you can get pretty hit by magic. Literally and figuratively.’ Maddie laughed at that imagery. He could feel her relax again as he tuned in to her. ‘That's the longest story you've ever told in succession,’ said Maddie, and it sounded a little teasing.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

"What the hell?" "There's a leyline that crosses the cemetery." She hands me back the glowing paper. "We use it to move across time and space to Mr. Bergins' class." "Like teleporting?" "Magical teleporting, but yeah." She beams. "You're not scared are you?" "Hell no." I tuck the paper inside my book, excitement trilling through me. "Used to binge-watch Star Trek shows every summer." "See? I knew I liked you." She loops her arm in mine. "I am an excellent judge of character both the living and dead."

"Well... A friend helped me with this... I just said some of my requirements, and I didn't expect him to do it so well." This space was considered a magic space. One could not find it from the outside. Only when one walked in could one feel it, and when one crossed the doorway, one would come to another world. This was a meeting point of reality and parallel dimensions. It was not as magical as described in science fiction. Except for the decoration style and the details of the body temperature would be more comfortable, there was no difference from the original world. However, mortals could never feel it unless they were supernatural.

I raised an eyebrow at his story, still not understanding its relevance. "One day the man and the woman had a baby girl. But this girl was no ordinary girl. She was special," he said, inspecting his nails casually. Then his eyes lifted to mine. "She was one born of magic, and of the moon." Shock ripped through my body at his words, but I schooled my face into neutrality. "And what does this fairytale have to do with me?" I asked. Damion burst out laughing and slapped his knee. Within an instant, he had shoved himself off of the stool and dropped down on his knees in front of me so that we were eye to eye.

“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.

, he sighed as they stepped through the hidden door and walked into another open planned room. Marcia looked around awed at the atrium-like space. The room seemed to be made entirely of glass, almost like a conservatory rather than anything else, due to the glass being colored in certain places or an effect of the trees and flowers outside it added a mystical quality to the space. “It looks larger than it actually is”, she noticed as she looked around awed. “It’s probably because of the magic circle”, Rinzen answered pointing at the floor, “It exudes a kind of energy that makes it look larger”, he stated simply.

"I think I need a break but there will be no one to take care of the whole thing while I'm gone. Would it be too much if I wished for the world to stop moving for a day?" "You know that's impossible" Ella said, giggling lightly. "I know" I groaned. "But I might know what to get your mind off all these" Ella said excitedly. Ella the ever cheerful type. Always knowing what to do to be happy. How come I didn't have that kind of gift? "What?" I asked lifting my head from the table slightly to study the all too familiar glint of her ocean blue eyes "Spa day" she squealed. "Maybe I guess, it's worth a shot" what other choice have I got? It's either that or be buried in tons of paper work.