Mind Magic Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Why do I feel... so... heavy?" I whisper looking over at Candi, hoping she can give me the answer. "This is where she practices her magic. It came at a high cost," she whispers back. "The whole area is imbued with her magic. And in case you haven't figured it out yet, she's all about dark magic." I'm going to agree with her assessment. The whole place felt dark and twisted.

"The library holds my clan's most precious ancient scrolls. Did you really think I'd leave it unguarded?" A drop of blood seeped from my fingertip, and I flicked it into the air. "The ancient 'Bloodline Recall' spell left by my ancestors never lies." Fueled by magic, a blinding scarlet mist exploded in midair. A massive, crystal-clear memory projection instantly replayed above everyone's heads. In the projection, the three elite guards sneered and drew their holy water daggers. They cornered Silas. The vicious threats, the deadly strikes—every detail, every word echoed clearly in the banquet hall.

I soon realized this was proving to be more difficult than necessary, because with every step I took further from the settlement, the more I felt the nagging pull at my chest. What in the hell was causing this nearly unbearable ache within me? I let out a loud sigh and stopped, leaning back to slump against a tree. My eyes raised to the sky. It was then that I heard it, the sound of someone approaching and approaching fast! I pressed myself tightly against the tree and muttered a shrouding spell. The magic came up around me as I waited silently for the thing to pass.

Lark said. Earth released his grip and he can't see Lark anymore. “Why? Where did you go?” Earth asked. “Oh, you can't see me now, that's because you are seeing me for the first time, it's just temporary. "So only by physical contact can I see you" he still couldn't believe it. Now that there is somebody he can speak to, he no longer felt lonely. "Do you know what is the name of this house of the academy?" he asked and continued asking more questions such as where can he find the books that contains information about the academy of magic and the like.

“The Sinclair family is the most powerful and wealthiest family of all time. I tried many times to gain access into their property but I always failed. I tried to act as a maid, but I was never hired. I tried to sneak into the house but was thrown out. I tried to use magic against them but it never worked either, they were protected against every spell I threw at them and all that because of the book of shadows that they hold in possession. That book is every witch’s and hunter’s dream, it provides a great amount of knowledge and unusual spells. I can’t deny my happiness and relief that the Sinclair’s have this book and protecting it from every low life witch and greedy hunter. But, I need t

responded Errant. Astasha's mind flew through every possibility she could think of, everything she had studied, every whisper of magic she had heard. Finally, something came to her mind; A magic she had once read about in an ancient and faded book she had discovered tucked amongst the numerous others regarding sorcery that had been left to her by her grandmother. She knew the laws surrounding it, and therefore, knew it wouldn't be favorable with Errant. But despite the limited information provided in the pages, she knew the concept behind it could work.

I ordered as I backed up and looked at him. He had to do it perfect. Within seconds he had the magic coming out of the book. I watched as Black-ish blue light flowed into his hand. I had never seen dark magic used from this book so I had to remind myself I needed to concentrate and keep us connected. I just had to pray that our soul bond didn't mend itself because of this.

His voice carried a quiet authority, though she felt the tension thrumming in him. Alara inhaled, calling to Asena. She reached out mentally, letting her magic probe the haze around Marten’s mind. Instantly, she felt a malignant presence weaving through his consciousness—a subtle enchantment, laced with compulsion. Her stomach twisted with revulsion. She forced calm, focusing on unraveling it. Gradually, she visualized golden threads of her own energy forming a barrier, pushing back the dark enchantment that had anchored itself to the young man’s thoughts.

Ryan says. We ride in silence for hours—nothing, no talking, no radio, just the three of us in our thought. I watch the map, and I am sure Bruce is listening to my mind wander. I cannot help it. I have a lot to think about today. I will receive my magic soon. Then what? Then the hard part begins, according to Mother Agnes. I look down, and the map goes blank even though we are moving. "The map stopped," I say.

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.