Marianne Strange Magic Novels & Stories

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.

I just never thought she’d actually do it. All supernaturals have their magic rooted in their DNA. A long time ago, a makkari learned they could pull the magic out of someone’s blood and use it to make themselves stronger. Also having access to someone’s blood means that person is at your mercy whenever you wish. Manon would always be able to find this woman and could spell her into doing anything she wanted without ever having to be near her. The things she could do with supernatural blood are endless.

I sensed that even though she tried so hard to remain tough - to be the queen she was born to be. And though I knew her fate, part of me hoped that somehow and someday I could see her once again. Because, really, was death the end? "Agreed, son." Pops said, and I concentrated on him and Dorian. "At least she isn't as red and glowy anymore. Do you think she'll wake up soon?" Dorian asked and my heart melted. He truly cared for me. "I don't know," Pops responded. "Magic is strange. It's exciting, easy to manipulate if you possess the genes, but it can also be cruel and cunning."

Furious. I sway, my palm pressing instinctively against the baby’s weight. They shift under my hand—slow, aware, as though picking up the tension in the air. Mara softens. “Luna,” she says, “there was magic used on your pregnancy. And not benign magic.” My breath catches. Jake’s arm wraps around me instantly, grounding me against his chest. “What kind of magic?” he demands. “Foreign. Ancient. Woven with intent so specific it leaves no room for misinterpretation.”

Magic? I turned, almost without meaning, and followed it. I ducked between the sweeping branches of the redwoods and made my way through the frosted ferns. I came to a small circle of standing boulders. Marianne crouched inside, on her knees, as she laid out various strange-looking objects around her. She was muttering something, and strings of light wrapped themselves around her hands as she made signs in the air. She looked up suddenly. When her eyes met mine, she gasped. “What are you doing here?” she snapped.

The stranger beside him stared at him wide eyed “Is it true Blaine?” He was about to refute that when he caught the glimpse of Almothean gesturing him to say yes “O-oh Y-yes? Yes! I’m his man that’s why I stop coming in here. Because I already have a partner” “Told you. Now, scram.” Almothean suddenly snatched him away and pulled him in his arms The stranger looks like he was about to say something but when he saw how the man who just came glared at him, he just decided to leave.

An ancient past had been narrating through a strange, vivid dream. “Quick! Let’s put some robes on Ditiori!” shouted the enchanter, Maga. Her people ran to get clean clothes and put them on the embodying spirit. Maga had proved the power from all her ancestors. She had summoned a harvest spirit who is on oath by the Divine One to help them! “It is the words of the sealed arcane scrolls, Arcana!” “We have waited for him to save us!” cried the people of the broad plains and rolling hills.

Dike requested that he be in the middle of the line so that those behind him can hold him from falling out of their given path. Emeka’s mouth can clearly show some whitish stuff that is stained from the milk he just took. The milk is said to nullify the effect of spells and poisons and it was administered to Emeka so that he could recover from the effect of his earlier encounter in the land of ‘Don’t look up’. The impact on his health was nothing compared to the fact that he just became the first person to see the un-seeable and lived. His achievement may lead to a chieftaincy title as the first to see the un-seeable. The use of mirrors was also established as a means of seeing these strange

When they arrived they did not expect to see so many demons, why are they here? Mariana quickly enchanted a spell, the field lit up with a pentagram forming beneath them on the grass. Nobody but the Royals of Andora knew that Mariana is a hybrid, her mother was a powerful witch. She went away most summers to train in her mother's coven. The pentagram prevents the demons from leaving and anymore from coming, holding them where there at. “You can’t kill them unless you drain their blood or use a spell, keep them fighting until I kill them!”, Mariana mind linked the pack. Everyone was fighting, but the demons were not dying.