Magical Theory Novels & Stories

Zephyr's tone held his curiosity. "I just have a theory that if the treaty is bound by magic it would be difficult for the three species to actually break it. There won't be any more attacks on your cities. And if there is an attack, we'll know instantly because the treaty would break and the magic binding the contract would deal with the culprit." "You'd need to find a witch to do something so complex and, even if we found one, there's no guarantee that it can be done," Zephyr said skeptically.

Took a book and waited for her to wake up. After an hour, Adelle woke up slightly confused. Seeing Bella silently reading a book, she sat down. "Bella, I had a dream, the table disappeared and reappeared like magic!!!" Adelle said while holding her head. "Hmmmm, it was not a dream...Poof!" The table disappeared again. And Adelle rolled her eyes and fainted...again. She covered her with a blanket and waited. After a while, she woke up. She sat down and stared at Bella. Confusion can be seen in her eyes, thankfully there was no disgust or fear. Truthfully, Bella was afraid of rejection. While waiting nervously for her to speak, Adelle took her hands trembling.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

Nothing sloppy or frivolous about her magic. I sat three rows back, knuckles white on my armrests. She wasn’t teaching. No one but her was teaching. This supposed “lesson” on advanced wards and weaving theory was a front. Smoke and mirrors. Intimidation. Everyone knew it. Maelin waved her hand at the floating sigil above the projector, tracing the complex symbols of containment theory with carelessness, as if she were making doodles in the air. Casual. Harmless. “Of course,” she said lightly, “we all know even the simplest spells can cause turbulence if woven improperly. Why don’t we shatter one together, for educational purposes?”

She asked Vincent if he had any theory about what kind of magic that would be. He said he'd asked the same question of someone in his own pack who knew more about old magic than he did, and the answer he'd gotten back wasn't comforting. There was a category of magic, mostly theoretical at this point, mostly documented only in very old fragments, that worked on consensus rather than force—magic that didn't compel anyone to do anything, but that shifted the emotional weather in a room enough that people arrived at conclusions on their own and believed the conclusions had always been theirs. It was considered one of the rarest and most dangerous forms precisely because it left no obvious trace.

"Tell me about mental magic. How does it work? What are the theoretical limits?" I glance at him, surprised. "You actually want to know?" "I should have asked before." There's something that might be regret in his voice. "I made assumptions instead of listening. That was a mistake." The admission startles me enough that I'm silent for a moment. "Mental magic operates on the principle that consciousness creates reality," I begin, falling into lecture mode because it's easier than addressing his apology. "Every wolf has a mind, and every mind has inherent defenses—instincts, willpower, sense of self. My shields just amplify and structure those defenses. Make them impenetrable."

Eugenia said, making reference to Audrey. “What if we use the magic that they thrive on?” Hercules suggested. “What do you mean?” Audrey asked. “When Magic converges at one point, it produces a chain reaction that doesn’t cause an explosion or something as disastrous, it rather fully sucks out the magic that the caster has in proportional to their mana at that point and creates a miniature universe, a microscopic one if you might.” Hercules surprisingly brought forth a well detailed explanation of a magical concept. “But no, we don’t want to kill anyone that doesn’t need to die, we just want to stop Valentine.” Eugenia pled against her conceived notion that Hercules had suggested they kill a

“And what do you think happened when a pro of one is the con of the other.” I paused. “That sounds actually a lot like a paradox,” I noticed, frowning. His eyebrows went up. “Actually, yes. It’s not a bad analogy,” he said. “Let’s just said that it has its risks.” “How do you know all this?” “Some of it is simply magic theory. When you know the laws of the universe, you can generally calculate different outcome with different parameters, but wizards have also compiled information on vitteraï.” “Have they?”

It even felt like she never got shot in the first place. All this time, Mariana was with a mage, and she wasn't even aware. She knew Ignis was strong, too since healing spells are hard to pull off based on what she'd read from her books. He must be a water mage, too — she knew no such earth or wind healing spell existed, but a water spell that could heal wounds; she hadn't heard of that. Mariana knew only that water mages could heal only poison and sickness. This only meant that Ignis was a genius, since not just anyone could create an original spell. This rocked Mariana to the core.

"What?" "I said, are you ready for your magic lesson? Or are you too busy daydreaming about a certain alpha?" His eyes danced with mischief. Heat flooded my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure you don't. Come on, I've got something to show you." The garage was Theo's domain—half workshop, half organized chaos. He'd set up a workbench covered in wires, tools, and what looked like crystals. "Magic is like mechanics," he explained, holding up a circuit board. "It needs a path, a channel. Right now, your magic is like this." He flipped a switch and sparks flew everywhere. "Uncontrolled. Dangerous."