Magical Workings Novels & Stories

With every incantation and gesture, I could feel the power within me growing, responding to my newfound understanding. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the room, my son approached me with a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Mother, I've been working on something, a spell that could help us channel our magic more effectively. I think it might be the key to mastering our abilities." Intrigued, I nodded, my curiosity piqued. "Show me," I urged, a mix of anticipation and pride swelling within me. He took a deep breath, his hands moving gracefully through the air as he began to chant ancient words, his voice resonating with power. I watched in aw

The elements exist in this realm, along with the natural magic they carry. I gazed down at my own hands, seeing the thin, golden threads pulse and quiver. Hesitantly, I let the magic within me pour free. I wove the threads of shimmering magic together, hissing when they unraveled or fell short. It seemed the more I thought about it, the harder it became to intertwine those threads. It took me a few tries to clear my mind completely, and simply let the magic course through me.

“Are you sure that there is no magic involve? Maybe magic has evolved all this while human think there are no magic left.” “That is not likely You Highness. Magic is a gift from God who spread magic particles in the air of the Dracenthia Kingdom. So like air, they are scattered all over the place. In countless numbers. It's just that, if air can enter the human body through inhalation, magic particles cannot enter the human body. Magic particles are borrowed to create things. For example, water, fire, earth, moving objects and others. But after using magic, the magic particles will return to the air. So it is impossible for magic to affect human’s brain as you say so, Your Highness. But, you

"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.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two **** I saw Morwen's light still burning past midnight, a lone candle in the highest tower. And when I passed her office the next morning on purpose, just to test the air,her door was wide open, and her voice drifted out, low and sharp as if time itself blinked. She was pacing. Robes swirling like storm clouds. Fingers tracing invisible sigils in the air. “Only three forms of magic can undo true destruction: Chronomancy,banned. Soul-weaving,extinct. And…” She paused. “Perfect Echo. But that's a myth. A fable whispered in forbidden texts.”

"Yes. Mana. Mana is the spiritual energy that gives us the magical power. It's like the life force that magic feeds on. Normal humans can't detect the spiritual energy leaving it for those with the gift. When I came here, I realised that there was a lot in this place. This meant that either the other witches and wizards in this realm don't know there is a lot here or it is in plenty because it's a wolves territory and witches and wizards can't come here. You know, to avoid necessary confrontations since the two don't see eye to eye. That night, I cultivated and that was how I was able to heal myself. After that night, I continued cultivating and I eventually became a little bit stronger. Aft

I waved my hand dismissively around the room and muttered, "rewind." I watched as every object that was affected by my burst of magical energy started to rewind themselves and fit back into the positions they were before. Broken glasses began to mend themselves as the bed groaned back into position. I watched it all through uncaring eyes as Liza squealed on in fascination. "This is amazing Ezzy! You're really magical!" In her excitement, she got up then bent down and clasped her hands over mine and jumped on the balls of her feet, almost tearing my arms off.

They whispered. I took a deep breath in, slowly, trying to assess my situation. Contractual magic was so powerful. It was the most powerful form of magic and I knew this firsthand. I waved my hand, signaling that The Shadows could be released. They slowly started to dissipate into the nothing and everything from which they came.

Kiema asked. He shrugged. "Too much mental stress all the time is the answer I've gotten in the past. I'm not sure if it's true or not though. I imagine a lot of precogs work for IS in corporate settings and help with funding and resources." "What other kinds of magic are scooped up into IS before they can be verified for public dissemination?" I asked. "Revelator, Necromancy, Psionic, Psychometry, and Defenses." "I have healing, revelator, and defenses," Kiema said. "Why wasn't I snatched up by IS?"

“Then what is all this? A figment of my imagination?” “There is magic, and there is power. Magic is really just the science of things around you; a deeper understanding of how things intertwine and act together and apart. Kind of like baking. If you mix too much sugar into a cookie, it will flatten and not hold a shape. If there is too little, it is hard and dry as well as tasteless. You need to find the correct balance to make something enjoyable.”She kicked her foot up to cross her legs, leaning back in her chair to relax.