Modern Magic Made Simple Novels & Stories

She muttered sarcastically. "I did. You do." Amaren sighed apologetically. "Yet, you don't even trust me to handle a simple magic trick!" Vaelora burst out. "It's not as simple as you put it, Vaelora! It requires a lot of strength in your core. It's only simple when you have grown accustomed to it." "Then let me grow accustomed to it!" "You have to go at it gradually. You can't just force the whole thing at once. You only started practice a week ago."

“So nothing magical?” “Oh, there’s magic,” he said quickly, flipping open a thick journal bound with gold leaf. “It’s subtle. Hidden in plain sight. Like… okay, see this one?” He jabbed his finger at a cracked page covered in elegant handwriting. “It’s a lesson book. English grammar. But some of the example sentences are low-key incantations. Nothing crazy—just little things. But whoever wrote these wanted the students to get used to weaving magic into ordinary learning.” Zerina perked up in my head. “Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.”

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.

"It's just these eyes. I need the glasses for the close up stuff." I laughed, eyeing Troy. "Part of the old man syndrome, huh?" "Right." Pops flipped the pages until he reached what he was looking for. The top of the left page read: A Spell to Break Spells. "Your magic won't work down here," Laeddin said. "I've already tried." Pops looked at Laeddin over the top of his glasses. "You sure?" Laeddin snapped his fingers in answer. I hoped it would work for the briefest second, but that hope was dashed. Laeddin's tattoos tried to light up, but they only flickered.

It's a good thing my hair is a little long so that it hides the top of my ears, since they're no doubt red and scalding like hot coals. "Hypermodern. Where to start. Relatively younger than the earlier three, but very prominent. While Parallel and Classical usually take up somewhere between half and sixty-percent of the magical population, Walpurgis and Hypermodern dominate about thirty-five to forty percent. Hypermodern emerged around the turn of the last century. Things because the residence of magic more. The other school of magic imbued objects, lamps, books, or paintings with curses, hexes, and mesmers, but hypermodern took it one step further. Abandoning nature all together, man-made t

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

There is little of information about her though, since she's new to their world, and they don't know that. "This report of yours have little data about her." The elf stated. "Ignore such nonsense. I want you to kill her right away." the hooded man commanded seriously before walking away. "Got it." the elf simply responded, "This will be easy." Meanwhile, Mayari and Helen are in the garden. This is the first day of Mayari's magic lesson. "Let's start with the element water." Helen announced, "Water magic is easy to learn and is less destructive."

Eira squealed with gleaming eyes. Josh gave her a curt nod, "That's the simplest spell. I learnt it when I was five. There are complicated spells require the perfect coordination of three things: clarity of mind; precision in hand movements and the correct incantation," Eira held onto each word. "This one just needs some will." Josh reached for the grimoire he'd picked earlier and began flipping the pages— yellowed and spotted, with edges that look like they were burnt. Eira spotted writings and symbols in a dark ink.

This would help my career with Model Perfect, in reality, I need it to end so my surgery can get over with. The main judge, Myra Bolton, is the original model girl for Model Perfect. She is their pillar of perfection and she begins her speech. "Fellow models! Today you will be competing for glory. Today we will find a new model to represent the Winter Paris Collection. This model will help us launch our new spring line and will also become the new model girl. I will crown the winner, good luck Emma Rhodes, may your model girl status stay undefeated. Let's begin."

Armadale growled by his grandson disrespectful manner, “My mouth will be useful to absorb the mana directly from any magic discipline. After the mana absorbed, a magic sigil and its name will be written on my page, and you can cast the spell corresponded with that sigil, only by saying its name, without having to master it beforehand or chant a long-line spell to cast it.” “I see- that’s sound useful, let’s give it a try.” Jeremiah sounded enthusiast. He was casting a healing spell on Armadale, a white light appeared around the book, the book then opened its mouth, absorbing the light as it became dimmer and then gone. The grimoire opened its first page automatically; a heart-shaped sigil ap