Magical Technology Novels & Stories

There was no such thing as being too careful. “When you remove them, they will be visible again. They have a magical power source, so you don’t need to charge them or anything. They are waterproof, shatterproof, and can’t be detected by any magical or mundane means. Oh! The cool thing is that I bound them to you. They’ll ‘learn’ what you need. So, if you need to hear something further away, the magic picks up on that.” Well fucking hell. Those devices were a fucking godsend. I had no idea how long she worked on this, but it was crazy to see what all she could create. No wonder that there was always a long line of people requesting her to make or alter things.

We felt that we were building something important in the crusade against evil. But there was one thing we associated with demons that many Mekrans, especially Sinteza, also practiced: rituals. It is a myth that magic and technology are opposites, or are incompatible. Indeed, in the right hands, they compliment each other curiously well. They say Sinteza performed a ritual that would allow him to know how to invent any machine he could think of. To this day, I am not sure how he achieved this. He also performed rituals to make the city untraceable even via the rituals of others, and to prevent captured soldiers from remembering where it was. Through these achievements, he clawed his way up th

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

"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.

someone demanded. "You shouldn't. Not yet." I pulled out a device. "But you can test me. This is my life's work. Tech-magic fusion specialization. I combine Earth-Dominion's stolen Architect technology with Earth-Arcanum's magical theory. I create things neither reality could make alone." I activated the device. A shield appeared, shimmering with both technological precision and magical energy. "This shield can stop physical attacks, energy weapons, and magical assaults simultaneously. I've designed weapons, armor, communication devices. All fusion-tech. All designed to defend, not conquer."

The way it hardened around my feet, rooting me in place, hadn’t been natural. It was blind rage that allowed me to break free from it, nothing more. I paused in my work, an odd thought worming it’s way into my head. Never had I seen magic used in the outside world. No one spoke of it, almost as though it simply didn’t exist. What if the spell on Lunar Isle, the one keeping everyone confined within it’s borders, also did the same thing for magic? The technician sauntered out from the back and waved, “Everything’s all set up and ready to go. I left the manual on the desk in the back ‘case you wanted to read through it.”

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

I took his hand and walked back to our world. *** "How dare you Cassandra commanding me and using your alpha powers like that!" "I did what seem right that time and I have to ask why would you tell a human about our world." I asked in return. My blood was boiling with his so childish actions. If any human knew about us we were probably all dead because its not hidden that they were weak but they had much more higher technology which we couldn't even overpower. This might be the death of all our species.

A wizard who would surely boost the fear of the black magic wizards gathered there, through her future actions, in an attempt to save the world of the wizards and the world of the sceptics from the new threat on the world. A girl, who’d never been considered an important enemy to anyone, has now become their greatest fear. She became ... the possessor of a spell capable of nullifying any magic. Yes, we all know now that Elizabeth Catherine Edwards is the possessor of the most powerful magic in the wizards’ world ... A spell that can nullify any spells and can turn the wizards’ world into a world of sceptics. A magic simply called: Antimagic. THE END

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.