Magical Wood Properties Novels & Stories

“Such trees exist here, my Lord?!” Ares chucked pleasantly and leaned towards her, sharing her view of the window of the carriage. “Gnosenia Magi dedicate their lives to purify the tree from dark magic. If the tree breaks, the wolves change.” “How?” Lei curiously asked. “The wolves can use magic too?” “Only a few knows how to,” he smiled at her and withdrew. “I know a few magic tricks here and there.” Several hooded silhouettes can be seen marching at the coiling steps of the humongous magical tree. Vines of mysterious glowing fauna filled the canopy, instilling the air with a floral aroma.

He suddenly held out his unnoticed sword and I recognized it immediately. That was the Dracon black magic sword. Even if I do not know much about these things, I could still remember the teaching I had on this weapon. The sword was similar to the scared knife that was in our kingdom's treasure room. The sword is poisonous and also had some sort of black magic invoked in it. Once it touches a body, the poison is automatically transferred into such body and when it touches a supernatural being, the being fades away. "Kenzie, be careful of that sword." Morgan warned.

Please take these and use them well. I enchanted the shafts to be extremely strong, cut resistant, and self-healing. Further, I put a summoning spell on them. If you feed the tiniest, most miniscule amount of your deep mana into the wood, they will bond to you. Then you will be able to call them back to your hand after throwing them. I hope this means you will never be without a weapon. May Illuminar bless you both, Ale

“If we can create magical creatures, then what’s stopping someone from creating a wood nymph?” Maggie sighed, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was frustrating her or just the idea of having to explain all of this to anyone was complicated. “Whenever you create a magical creature, as in, a creature made of magic, you don’t actually pass any magical abilities on to them. You can use them to do unmagical things, like when you ride your unicorn and you need her to run, but you can’t make your unicorn have magic shoot out her horn. Does that make sense?” “Sure,” I said. “I think it makes sense.”

“How did you get the trees to stand like that? They look like they have been woven into shapes of Celtic knots almost.” “Magic and the force of nature,” Shaylin explained, “we do not control the trees, only nurture them and care for them. The trees created this for us themselves. The whole compound and the entire village are a gift from the Amberwood forest we hold sacred. We honour that and only use wood that has been given to us, never taken by ourselves. We don’t burn the fallen wood, rather we use it for our homes or preserve it for some other use, like making weapons. We do not harm the trees, we protect them and they protect us. The magic we have mainly comes from them too as it is sto

It was already dusk when Xiao Chen returned to Sunset Peak with the books in his hands. As usual, Lil Ruo had already cooked a table of dishes for him. After dinner, Xiao Chen started to study the cultivation methods in his room. Having studied all night, Xiao Chen had to admit that the cultivation methods in this world were good in their own ways. For example, there were five elements in the Immortal's magic. The wood and water magic were mainly healing magic; the fire and metal magic were mainly attacking magic; the wood magic was mainly defensive magic. Except for the five elements, there were also wind magic, thunder magic, ice magic, etc. There was even dark magic which was mostly pract

It was as if they had stepped into a different world altogether, one where time moved at a different pace. As they delved deeper into the tree, they began to encounter strange, luminescent plants that lined the walls. Asher explained that these plants were unique to the Heartwood Tree and were rumored to possess magical properties. Elira couldn't resist reaching out to touch one of the glowing leaves, and she was surprised when it emitted a soft, melodic chime in response.

Eyes, once reflecting the dignity of a monarch, now glowed like fiery orbs, pulsating with an intensity that transcended the mortal realm. This enchanting metamorphosis was a dance of arcane forces, a communion between the ancient magic of the woods and the regal spirit within me. The moonlit forest bore witness to the emergence of a creature both wild and noble, a guardian in a realm where the mystical and the mundane converged.

It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon." With trembling hands, I opened the book and began to read. It spoke of powerful spells and ancient rituals, many of which had been lost to time. As I turned the pages, one spell in particular stood out. It was a spell of protection, capable of shielding the entire town from harm. But there was a catch—it required a rare ingredient: the heart of a Silverwood tree. I had heard legends of the Silverwood trees, ancient and powerful, but thought them to be long extinct. The book mentioned that the heart of the tree could amplify magic, making the protection spell almost impenetrable.

“Starbark?” She met my eyes. “It is an ancient tree. It grows where ley lines cross and light never fully fades. Dark magic cannot anchor itself to it.” She held the wood up. “Dark forces need something to cling to,” she continued. “Fear, guilt or weakness. This wood denies them all. It pushes darkness away instead of fighting it.” Hope stirred in my chest. Kayden stepped closer to me. His hand closed around mine. “This will keep you safe,” he said firmly. “Wear it.”