Marianne Strange Magic Novels & Stories

I jumped to the level of the god just for myself to get punched back down. I could hear the concrete falling and the feet of the god matching towards me. I felt his heavy extremities, like the hoof of a horse on my neck. I managed to tilt my neck over to Maria, having an eye contact with her was enough until I saw what she was trying to do. She was trying to harness to power of "Gesture Magic." The most destructive of all magic and not just that, failure to get the right spell on time will eat the practitioner from the inside.

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.

I cannot risk Umbra or Jenny draining my magic from me or killing me to get it. I wonder if when my mother died, did she try to take her magic, only to find it was stored somewhere. My mother knew they were coming for her, but she did not fight either. She knew this would happen. My amulet is still around my neck, hanging low against my heart. I close my eyes and imagine my mother's magic. Please, mother, I need your magic to survive this. The amulet breaks free from my body, and my mother's magic spills into me. As the magic begins to take over, my chains break, and I am free.

“You call your tiny suns bulbs?” “Yes.” “Your people name things terribly.” Marek set me on a couch. The moment his hands brushed my waist, another spark of magic burst from my skin. I yelped. “Stop doing that.” Marek’s jaw clenched. “I am not doing anything.” Lucian raised his brows. “You felt that again?” “I said later,” Marek bit out. Lucian leaned in to inspect me. “She is not from this world. Her magic feels wrong. Or… not wrong. Just different. Very different. Strange different. Possibly dangerous different.”

I rushed to the door and started trying each key on the big padlock. “Hurry up,” Maran said. “If they find out, they can lock all the doors and we won’t be able to get anywhere even if we’re invisible.” When the padlock finally fell open, an alarm blared and I could see different lights shining in the dark hallway. “What’s going on?” “I think it’s a security measure powered by magic,” Maran said, stepping out of the dungeon. “Give me your hand.” I placed my left hand on his proffered hand and suddenly I felt lighter. I looked around but could still see Maran. “Am I really invisible? How come I can see you?”

I ask, squinting at the photo. “A watch. His watch. The one that went missing.” I blink. “She stole it?” “I think so. And she’s using it for whatever ritual she’s performing.” Martha’s voice cracks. “I grew up in the countryside. My grandmother used to tell stories about women who could bind men’s wills with charms—love spells, obedience spells. I never believed her. But this…” She gestures helplessly. “This looks real.” It sounds absurd. Magic? In Lagos? But something about the photos, about Sebastian’s strange behavior, gnaws at me. “You think she’s controlling him?”

Strangers I saw last night at the party, alive and cheerful, now broken on gore-stained earth. Morwyn's combat with the enemy covens was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. She darted between planes of reality as if they were rooms in a building, reappearing behind witches to snap their necks, vanishing before defensive spells could be thrown her way. When she did choose to combat in direct battle, the magic that she was able to wield made the air shriek. I witnessed her take a curse meant for Magnus and deflect it into flowers that erupted into razor petals, tearing the witch who had sent it in two. Saw her summon wind through voices speaking in reverse, taking three enemy casters

Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients. Matilda also found a spell that returned lost fortune, a spell that cured epilepsy, a spell that cured blindness, a spell that could renew physical features, a spell that prolonged life and even one that cast evil eyes away from someone. She was about to flip the page over to the next one when she found a spell that made her to stop short. The spell spoke about bringing one's true love to the person. True love was a novel concept to Matilda and she chuckled at the overall sillines

Eros said, pointing at Jane's face. Jane still held back, she didn't want to go berserk in front of Marcell. In Jane's eyes, Marcell is quite a pleasant man. He was also quite handsome and came from a good family. So don't let her make Marcell misunderstand by watching her go berserk. "Jane is quite nice and fun, I don't know how crazy she is in your eyes," Marcell said in disbelief. As far as he was talking to Jane she was a lovely person. He had not found any madness in the girl.

I must go home. I started drinking my coffee fast as I wanted to go to my home. I was behaving a bit weirdly today. " Oh, please have these cookies, I got them fresh out of the bakery today. " She said and was coming towards me with a plate of cookies when she slipped all of a sudden on the water droplets, which must have dropped from her hair. I ran towards her, she was trying to gain her balance. It looked like a scene from some slow animation film with cookies flying in the air around her.