Marianne Strange Magic Novels & Stories

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?"

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?”

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.

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

The market that was once vibrant and livelier grew quiet with fear and puzzlement. Mara laughed, a dark, cold sound, reveling in the chaos she had conjured. It coursed through her, this energy she had never known. She could feel the thrum of magic vibrating through her bones, shrouding her like a cloak. It was exhilarating. She had been alone for so long, for so long cast out and forgotten, and now — now she would prove them all wrong. The witches would re-emerge, and the world would have to acknowledge them.