Magical Workings Novels & Stories

Luna lets out a quiet, triumphant giggle beside me, clearly pleased with the remarkable effectiveness of her magical intervention. "That enchantment should hold for now," she whispers confidently, leaning close so only our small group can hear her words. "I just manipulated the strongest decision-making part of his mind, making him temporarily a little more... understanding and flexible. It's a delicate spell, but quite effective when properly executed. The trick is targeting the prefrontal cortex without disrupting his amygdala—otherwise, he'd sense the magical intrusion."

He could perceive the ebb and flow of Selene's lunar magic, a gentle rhythm that soothed the tempest within him like moonlight on dark waters, and the steady, vital pulse of Mirra's earth magic, roots anchoring him to something greater than himself. Mirra gasped as the earth's inherent resilience sang through her veins, amplified by the ethereal luminescence of the moon and the powerful currents of the ocean. Her fingertips tingled with verdant energy that spiraled up her arms in vine-like patterns. She understood, with a clarity that bypassed words, that her role was not merely to heal the corruption, but to foster growth like the first green shoots of spring pushing through snow, nurturing

She was the pulse of conflict and the hush that follows victory, equally at home amid clashing blades or the soft bloom of reconciliation. Majii, the Ancient of Magic, scattered shards of wonder across the realm. In her gentle smile mystery was born, inventions of healing, miracles of alchemy, and the quiet enchantments that made mornings glow with possibility. Through her gift, scholars discovered new sciences and mages learned spells that danced like fireflies on a midsummer night.

I snapped. Suddenly, it felt like my life was no longer my own. Everything around me just felt too unreal…like someone was just going to randomly burst out laughing while saying ‘fooled you’! But when that didn’t happen… “Witches are being that can use magic by drawing in the energy emitted by the earth and the sun.” Maggie explained. “It is science at its purest form really. Using the energy around us to do certain work. The only difference is that we can use that energy outside our body. We can also change that energy into different forms. Like heat or cold. Other witches can use that energy to do a lot more. It all depends on the strength of the witch to absorb energy.”

Alicent shifted beside me “I can feel the magic more, now that you talked about it, it’s a strange feeling” I glanced at her as we walked “what does it feel like?” She thought for a while “it feels like – like something soft and light brushing against your skin, but when you resist it, it feels stronger, like it grows stronger with every resistance, is that how it works?” She asked. I nodded “exactly, that’s how it works, things and creatures not given permission will not be able to get through because their bodies will naturally counter it, thereby allowing the ward to take full effect and keeping them in place”

Maerilee The dog treat trembles in my hand, faint pulses of magic swirling around it like threads of silver. I close my eyes, focusing on the barrier I’m trying to create. The energies stretch from my fingertips, encasing the treat in an invisible shield, or at least what I hope is an invisible shield. My breath slows as I concentrate, willing the magic to hold steady. A faint hum tickles the back of my mind. My magic is attempting to do what it’s supposed to but deep down, I can feel how weak it is, how flimsy the barrier must be.

The magic coalesced into a radiant sphere above my palm, its luminescence casting a soft, comforting glow. Closing my eyes, I created a mental picture of Vincent using magic to control Tarr. Vampires used blood magic, so I visualized red threads projected by Vincent, the threads tied on different parts of Tarr’s body—his wrists, knees, ankles, head. Tarr was a puppet to Vincent who controlled those threads. The magical sphere pulsed with intensity, responding to the urgency of my intent.

it really was a family secret. "It is. A witch has power to imbibe healing energy into the potions she is making. It won't work when someone else uses the same recipe. Recipe is just the basic. It is the frequency of magick that pulses inside our blood... it is what make the potion what it is supposed to be." "Whoa!" Rory said. "So, do you think I have this soft magick as well?" "We know, you don't have pure magick. So, you must have soft magick. I can teach you how to make potions and teas and charms."

MIRACLE POV (A/N: Power source of a magic is like a battery which keeps the magic running. It is usually the witch who uses magic, casts spells or makes potions. The witch can still transfer her power source energy into a person or object to keep the magic intact even after she dies.) ~A NIGHT BEFORE… “ But my plan involves you. ” He adds making me close my eyes and then sigh exasperatedly. “ What is it that I have to do now? ” I ask, opening my eyes and looking at him from the corner of my eyes.

Together, they pore over spellbooks and grimoires, seeking to unravel the mysteries of magic and harness its power for the greater good. As they immerse themselves in their studies, the air of the chamber becomes charged with energy, infused with the potent magic that flows through the pages of the ancient tomes. With each incantation and invocation, they draw upon the wisdom of generations past, weaving spells of protection and healing to safeguard the witches' kingdom.