Modern Magic Made Simple Novels & Stories

“Then what is all this? A figment of my imagination?” “There is magic, and there is power. Magic is really just the science of things around you; a deeper understanding of how things intertwine and act together and apart. Kind of like baking. If you mix too much sugar into a cookie, it will flatten and not hold a shape. If there is too little, it is hard and dry as well as tasteless. You need to find the correct balance to make something enjoyable.”She kicked her foot up to cross her legs, leaning back in her chair to relax.

In this world, magic has been divided into two categories. The first one was the magic that used the magical energy of the user including a profound understanding of the magic theory plus a long year of practice and experiment to produce single stable magic for magicians to use. Even if that magic only has a function no different than a cigarette lighter. It still requires great resources and understanding of said magic to not make it unstable and turn into a bomb that might destroy or burn the user's hand.

The low conversations faded. “Today,” he said, placing a stack of thin books on his desk “we continue with what I call channeled intention. Last session was theory. Today you will begin to feel what that theory actually means.” He turned to the board and wrote three words: Source. Channel. Release. “Every magical act you perform,” he continued, “whether it is something small like a warming charm or something that lasts a century, comes down to these three things. Nothing else. Everything complicated you’ve seen is just a variation of this sequence.”

I explained, trying to provide a truth. He stood up and grabbed a book off the shelf of a nearby bookcase. Turning to a page, he placed it down in front of me. The pages looked very old, but the text was clear. “Yes. However, it can be dangerous if not concocted correctly. If the recipe is not followed exactly, it could strip the person’s ability to manipulate magic altogether,” he explained. I read over the page, and it seemed fairly straightforward. It was a potion that would strip the magic from someone and place it in something to hold it. It was not what Asry used, but it was the same basic concept.

Seb seems interested, “Did he make anything work, or just learn how they work like Celine did?” she smiles, but shakes her head, “He had no magic of his own, so it was only knowledge, much like Celine, she knows things and how things work but wouldn’t be able to do the work herself. Potions can be manageable by the layperson, as long as they are simple enough and don’t require a burst of magic to complete. Some of the more complex ones use magic more like an ingredient rather than just a catalyst. Tobias learned a few basic potions from Lottie over time.” Seb nods,

If anything, it grew stronger with the silence between us, as though every day of distance only pulled us tighter, not looser. I shut my eyes briefly. Stop thinking about him, Tessa. You’ll drive yourself insane. “…So, with this subject,” Mr. Thompson’s voice sharpened again, yanking me halfway back into the present, “I hope you understand that magic in the modern world does not have to be bad. It simply requires regulation. Because once magic is wielded by dark hands, it can be devastating. It can unravel balance itself. It can lead to the end of kingdoms, of alliances, of… life as we know it.”

“Let’s try again. Your magic takes its power from the moon. Focus on the glass ball in your hands. Your intent is to fill it with the light of the moon. That is all you must think about. Keep your eyes on the ball, look at nothing else. I want you to conjure the image of moonlight in the forefront of your mind; feel it on your skin.” “Keep the moon in your thoughts. Understood.” She took a moment to clear her mind, imagining a full moon and the way its light lit up the night. Gail tried to imagine it on her skin. She opened eyes and stared down at the hollow glass ball in her hands. Gail kept the idea of moonlight in her mind as she tapped into her magic. It rushed to answer her call. In a w

Was the chair really there in the first place? A bit skeptical, I lowered myself and sat down. Yet as I looked infront, I almost questioned my eyesight since she was suddenly sitting on a chair that wasn't there seconds ago. "Am i going crazy? or are you just using magic?" She chuckles. "It's simple mana displacement, nothing complicated." She then began to shuffle her deck and laid the cards on the table. "Tell me what you want to know," She asks, gesturing to the cards. "And pick nine cards,"

“Yuqi told me you had some kind of necklace that gave you the power to stop time. I was just curious how it worked.” Phil pulled down the neck of his top to show his bare throat. No necklace. “Is that why you were so keen to get the manual?” he asked. “It only tells you about the care and maintenance of magic items from this world. Like these boxes.” He whirled a finger to indicate our vehicle. “And where do the boxes come from?” I asked. “The Masters make them. They combine two things to make a third one. Welding. It’s what they do.”

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”