Magical Theory Novels & Stories

Once I catch him, I'll burst hellfire over him. "According to the myths,there are various types of magical objects. Some actually siphon the magic from it's user and then project it towards the person used on. Those magical objects were basically built as a trap since it caused more harm to the user." One guy raises his hand in the middle of the class. "Does our academy have these objects?"

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just

As a person who has never been friends with books before, when I saw so many books piled up, my head immediately dizzy. Luckily, the books I was looking for were easy to find. I immediately piled up my findings and took them to a small table at the end of the room. Near a large window with the brightest light. “Teachers in the academy say that magic doesn't exist anymore because this kingdom ran out of Manna since the monsters first attacked. But I'm sure there's still some left. My existence itself which transmigrated from another world then regressed to the past is proof that magic may still exist. Right. It must be how Hayden bewitched me too.”

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?!

"Emrys speaks highly of your abilities. Says you're the best chance we have at neutralizing this magical attack." "He's not wrong." She pulled the photographs I'd sent from her bag. "I've been studying these since you contacted me. The magic is old—pre-pack old. Designed to corrupt natural bonds and turn wolves against their own nature. Blood-fed, which means whoever's casting has been making regular sacrifices to keep them powered." She spread the images across the table in a pattern that matched the territory map.

"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 room slowly filled with students, the chatter dying down as a short, stout man with a perfectly manicured white beard walked to the center of the floor. “Good morning, students,” he boomed, his voice filling the hall. “I am Professor Albright. Welcome to Foundational Arcane Theory.” He launched into his lecture, his words weaving a complex picture of the very essence of magic. He called it the Inner Spark, the core of mana that resides within every supernatural being, connecting them to the flow of the universe.

"Well, that and nature of the magic being worked. I've had time to mull it over and come up with a few theories on what's been going on. One of the better theories involved your master specifically, and since he was featured heavily in my visions, I tend to favor it. "His mother was blessed, you see..or cursed, depending on how you look at it, to have sons who would be greater than their father...or fathers. It's fairly common knowledge, and more than possible that whoever has the scroll knows this and wants to use it against his father in that way. There's simply no way he could be turned on his father except through magical impulsion, so if that were the goal, then this would seem the logi

In this world, magic has been divided into two categories. The first one was the magic that used the magical energy of the user including a profound understanding of the magic theory plus a long year of practice and experiment to produce single stable magic for magicians to use. Even if that magic only has a function no different than a cigarette lighter. It still requires great resources and understanding of said magic to not make it unstable and turn into a bomb that might destroy or burn the user's hand.

I closed my mouth, frustrated. "Those who exist on Polonias are human just as we are. Or," he shrugged. "In my case, once was. The magical creatures that dwell in Polonias are the same as the magical creatures you've seen here and in Sharra. They are part of the seven magics. But here's the cool part." "Cool?" That wasn't the word I'd use. Freaky. Weird. Effing terrifying. Those words were a better fit. "The seven magics are part of Earth, but they also exist everywhere. And Polonias used the magics from - "