Marianne Strange Magic Novels & Stories

Mara Morning arrives gradually. Not gently nothing in the past twenty four hours merits that term but softly enough that the world doesn't instantly break me again when I wake up. Sheer curtains let in pale, circumspect light, as though even the sun knew better than to rush me. The room has a subtle scent of crushed herb and something sweet and metalic that I know is magework. Traditional magic. cautious magic. Grounding magic. I lie still for a moment cataloging myself.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

The only thing that would remain between us would be the bond I couldn’t discard, the bond that had marked me forever. The thought of what I would do when I returned to Redcape filled me with a dark anticipation that stirred something deep within me. My magic surged, wild and uncontrolled, crackling through me like a storm. I felt it build in my fingertips, the electric currents snapping between them, and a sudden gasp escaped Martha. I glanced down, seeing the violent energy sparking from my hands. It was raw, fierce, like an untamed beast. I had to do something before it got out of control.

And Gray Danvers was destined to be her sister-in-law, because she was determined not to let any flies get on her beloved sister-in-law. “Your face is so pale? Smile, okay?" A slightly strange voice came from behind Marris, and she turned her head to look and saw that he looked a lot like Leon Redfield, but his hair was messy like a crow's nest and his face was much more sly. "Who are you?" "I'm here! We met at the market.” "Market? Ah… are you… The Magician?” “It's a magician, ma'am! Here's Zane Stark!"

Damian tried to deny it. I raised my right hand and began to chant an ancient spell. "Let time rewind." Golden light formed a massive magical screen in the center of the hall. Damian and Isla's conversation in the secret room played out for everyone to see: "Her power is too great. We need to find a way to take it." "A bloodline curse is the only way. We'll use our child's blood as the medium." "Once we succeed, she'll become a common human, and you will have all her magic."

“I will go and get it from my house. It’s not far from here.” “Ok.” Mariana flew back to her house in Pixieland and within a matter of minutes, she came back with the indicator in a small jar which was kind of big for her to carry. “Bring out the diary,” she said to Joana. Joana brought out the diary and held it in her hand. Mariana held the jar near the indicator, and then the magic dust inside it began to glow. “There you see,” Mariana said, showing them. “It will work just the same way on the other diary. You can have it now.”

But she couldn’t care less and left the planning to her parents and sister. What would have happened if Ken showed up and they married as per the plan? The mere thought of marrying Ken wants to make her puke. Does she thank god for escaping from marrying Ken or curse him for pushing her straight into hell by getting her married to the Stranger? She looked at the ring on her finger. How did he know the size of her finger? The finger fits her like a glove as they made it for her. How did he arrange everything so fast? He decorated the Church and gave it a romantic vibe. He bought her a bouquet with many colorful flowers she had never seen or could afford. The mystery of Mr. Alexander King is e

The woman stepped toward me. My feet took a step back in response, but the man blocked my step back. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!? I'm nothing without my magic!' "Where's Merry? If you touch even the strand of her hair, then I-” "Bitch, I've already touched her everywhere." "You!" "What?!" I panicked as she came near me. I'm getting hastier in feeling the manna around, which I still can't find! Where did all that abundant manna go? Or does this woman possesses something that gets rid of the manna? Or is she immune to magic?

The stranger uttered some incantation and magical energy entered Alice's forehead from the stranger's finger. Alice, who had been docile and unresponsive suddenly blinked. Her eyes turned red and her claws came out. She lifted her right hand and struck herself in the chest. With a roar, she grabbed at her own heart and wrenched it out of her chest. Still breathing, she handed the heart to the stranger. The stranger used magic to suspend the heart in the air. They then formed a ball of fire and threw it at Alice. Wordlessly, Alice started burning but as her flesh burned, her blood started gathering into a puddle on the side.

Just like me, she had no control over her magic either, which is why she told me never to use mine. I'll never forgive myself if you get hurt. The magic in every Ruined is unstable and unpredictable. It can hurt and kill you as easily as it does others. You have to be careful. Resist every urge to use it, even when the circumstances are dire. It must be your last resort. "Here," the strange woman returns, holding up black gloves. "These will help. You can call me Magda." "Thank you," I take the gloves and put them on, grateful, "...but why did you save me?"