Magical Wood Properties Novels & Stories

--- “The Left Green Wood is the best place to harness the best sorts of energies and things you need as a supernatural. It has all the rules books, rune bones, lavender, mermaid tears, labradorite, flowers, herbs, amethyst, selenite, rune and spell books, cauldrons, crystals, name anything that is good for anyone that belongs, from the coven, you will definitely find it in Last Green Wood, and of course, the utmost best qualities and most powerful. The best blood for vamps, the best routine for shifters, the best wands for faeries, the best medicines for incubus, his place is the most beautiful despite whatever rumors you heard all around you.

"So we even the odds. Set traps. Use the terrain." Marcus nods slow. "Not a bad idea. We can do both. Fortify this place in case we don't make it to the Well. And prepare for the journey in case we do." "How do we fortify a wooden cabin against magic?" Kael asks. "Same way people been doing it for centuries. Iron. Salt. Sacred symbols. The old protections still work if you do them right." Marcus opens his bag again. Pulls out bundles of dried plants. Jars of white powder. Pieces of twisted metal that look old as dirt.

He slashed at it with his blade, cutting deep — but every cut simply made it split, two tendrils growing from the wound. A second wrapped his other leg, then his waist. The pull wasn’t violent — it was constant, irresistible, like a slow tide pulling a body out to sea. Harlow lunged in, trying to sever the binds, but another shadow arm blocked her, striking with enough force to send her skidding back across the stone, sparks trailing from her blade. Killian stepped forward, reaching with his own magic. He could feel the difference instantly — the tendrils from the fissure were his, but not under his command.

But as we went deeper into the woods, something changed. The trail grew fainter. Weaker. Like she was fading away with each step. "This isn't right," Maeve said, stopping beside a cluster of ancient oaks. "Her scent should be stronger here, not weaker." I shifted back to my werewolf form, breathing hard. "What does that mean?" "It means the forest is protecting her. Or hiding her." Maeve's face was pale with worry. "The cursed woods don't follow normal rules. They respond to emotion, to magic, to things that don't make sense in the regular world."

I said with a smirk as I pointed my finger to a map that was magically capable of giving us a hint of the next location that the tree was to be. Unlike anything brought out of nature, the Tree of Magic is known for its transportation abilities. It never stays in one place for a long period of time. The Tree of Magic travels through space and can be found almost anywhere at any point in time. That’s one of its attributes that makes it so incredibly rare to come by. “Those vampyres better not give me any sort of trouble. I have had enough of their interruptions. I may be exaggerating but one more and I swear, THEY WILL GO EXTINCT.” I said waving my hand over the face of the map.

“Now before we begin your training. Let’s start with basic magic principles. Now tell me what you know? Questioned Yuki. '' I know that not everyone in this kingdom is born with magic and those with magic are ranked in school with six stone attributes which are water, fire, earth, air, and light and dark element. All are ranked from rank A-G. Magic is created from golden Mana substances found around us called mana.

“These are used to determine a mage’s aptitude for magic.” He went under one of the wide trunks and reached out to a low hanging red orb. It looked like a small upside-down fish bowl. As soon as Damien touched it, it began to glow faintly and give a sweet tinkling sound. “Red is the most resistant.” said the groundskeeper. “Purple comes next, then blue, green, yellow and orange as the most sensitive to magic.” he went over to an orange orb and breathed on it. The orb gave a high pitched tinkle, a small web-like crack forming around it. “As you can see, even a little magic can easily break it.”

They had resisted Pisces’ attack earlier in order to survive. Pisces rolled his eyes and said, “That sounds so magical, and we don’t know if it’s true. Let’s say what you said is true, what should I do to break the tree branch? Besides, if the tree branch really dies after it leaves the tree trunk as you said, will the wood we bring back still be useful?” That was a difficult question. Phoebe continued to think about it. A while later, she slowly said, “My father mentioned that the five elements counteract each other. Wood grows on earth. If we want to keep the wood, we will need earth.”

The wood seemed to respond to her magic, reshaping itself under her command. With a graceful wave, she repaired the holes in the walls, the wood knitting back together seamlessly. Sabrina then added a touch of enchantment to reinforce the wobbly parts, imbuing them with strength and stability. The cabin began to feel more solid, as if it had been standing for centuries. ‌ Not content with just the structural repairs, Sabrina's magic extended to the cabin's interior. She decorated the walls with delicate vines, their leaves shimmering with an ethereal glow. The vines seemed to weave themselves into intricate patterns, creating a tapestry of natural beauty.

Something that only fuelled the anger already burning within me. All around me wolves were tearing each other to shreds. Howls and whimpers coming from all directions while a river of blood watered the ground as the warm liquid began to melt the ice. The witches from Ruby Wood were good to their word and helped where they could. Only they practiced natural magic which wasn’t exactly deadly. Though at this moment in time any help was greatly appreciated and the fog they created gave us the cover we needed.