Marianne Strange Magic Novels & Stories

It was then that her suspicions were confirmed, the stranger was definitely a member of the Heads. Martha began her enchantment, words that were all to familiar to Alicia, “I call to you great presence. Heed to my orison and grant me your unfathomable power! For we serve you, oh great link, our path to Tomasa!” Waves of distortions pulsated across the room, knocking everyone off balance. A bright light engulfed the entire room forcing everyone to shut their eyes. Once the flashes died down Martha dropped to the floor unconscious. The physicians rushed to her aid but before they could reach her Reene shot up from his bed with an aggressive gulp for air. His eyes wide open, his arms flared out

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

“You gathered outside my house to discuss boundaries?” Mrs. Halbrook smiles tightly. “We’re grateful. Truly. But things have changed.” “Yes,” I say. “They have.” Another voice cuts in—sharp, familiar. “You’re dangerous.” I turn. It’s Noelle’s old friend—Marianne. One of the women who always smiled too brightly at bake sales. “You brought this here,” Marianne says, voice shaking with conviction. “Ever since you came back, strange things keep happening.” Lucien steps forward. “That’s enough.”

She never managed to take the first step. Black smoke slowly escaped from the stranger’s sleeve—it wasn’t ordinary magic, nothing the hybrids had ever seen. It was alive. It moved like a serpent, silent and fast. It reached the girl in an instant, entering through her mouth, her nostrils, her eyes. The young woman widened her eyes, tried to scream, but no sound came out. She brought her hands to her neck, falling to her knees in the snow. Her entire body began to shake violently. Black veins appeared under her skin, climbing up her neck like rivers of ink. Her eyes completely lost their color, becoming dark pits.

The words caught in Visenya’s throat, her disbelief evident in her voice as she struggled to comprehend what her eyes had just witnessed. “Magic…” Marienne winked, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mystery. “You’re a mage!” Visenya exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment. Marienne couldn't help but laugh. “Maybe I am… or maybe I’m not,” she teased, her words carrying a playful tone. “That’s why I can’t smell you. You’re using magic to mask your scent, aren't you?!” Visenya asserted, her mind racing as she connected the dots.

Marie frowned with this and didn’t wait for her turn anymore: “How knowledgeable are you?” “I only learned the basics. I didn’t know I was a witch till recently” Marie’s frown deepened and was about to ask another question when I cut her off saying: “we need your help to get the book of shadows” Suddenly she stood up, almost flipping the table on the ground and with a shocked face she took an offensive stand: “how do you know about that?” she took a step back and an energy red ball materialized in her left hand as her eyes lit up with red.

I muttered to myself. "Since you can see it, then you are definitely a myth like us," she sighed. A red light flashed, she waved something in her hand. It was like the car was scanned. "My sister, Marinette Karnowsky, unknown mythical being but I suspect rare magic!" She shouted. She brought her head back in and wiggled her fingers on the steering wheel. Nothing made sense, I wanted to ask more questions but I knew answers won't be given.

I'll just work hard so I can survive every trial waiting ahead of me. I fell asleep as my mind explore deeper down the memory lane. The next day, I wore a simple gray legging partnered with a plain blue oversized sweater and a white rubber shoes. I was about to grab a black cap when I heard a knock on my door. Its probably Aeolous, checking if I'm ready to go out. I grabbed the cap that I wanted and put it on my head. I did not bring anything since the door is magic locked. The door handles recognizes my magic so it automatically opens when it senses my magic. Magic is like out fingerprint and tongue print. Its unique, we have different patterns, no one has the same magic pattern.

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in