Modern Magic Made Simple Novels & Stories

In front of her, the table was covered in things that didn’t belong in the modern world; feathers still sticky with blood, black stones that pulsed like hearts, bones carved with symbols I couldn’t read. “You said I could break the bond,” I said. She didn’t turn. “I said it could be done. I never said it would be easy.” I took a step closer. “Then tell me how. Teach me how.” Slowly, she faced me. Her eyes were ancient fire. “I’ll tell you. But you must listen without flinching. No protests. No naive demands for shortcuts. This is real magic, boy. It doesn’t care about your good intentions. Magic takes and you must be ready.”

said Nay as if reading my mind. "There's electricity right? There's magic too, why not use it?" "You think we know how to make it!" Noe snapped. "No one can make it, there is Alchemy magic but it is very difficult to learn because you have to know the materials, processes and workings of the object to be made," Nay "What are you guys talking about? Violet, Nay, take turns! You guys keep hugging Al's arm." Lia pulled Violet's hand away from me. "The new kid must give in!" Noe stood up for Violet.

Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients. Matilda also found a spell that returned lost fortune, a spell that cured epilepsy, a spell that cured blindness, a spell that could renew physical features, a spell that prolonged life and even one that cast evil eyes away from someone. She was about to flip the page over to the next one when she found a spell that made her to stop short. The spell spoke about bringing one's true love to the person. True love was a novel concept to Matilda and she chuckled at the overall sillines

He just wanted to watch and find out all she could do. Madison knew coming here would help her calm herself and help to get rid of any thoughts still lingering around about Jacob. She tried to find a spell in her book her grandmother had given to her to block someone from her mind mentally, but that type of sorcery was only for those who had been practicing forever. She had the 'How to Perform Witchcraft for Dummies' edition that was for beginners only. She was stuck working with the elements for now, which was a cool thing to do sometimes.

"What?" "I said, are you ready for your magic lesson? Or are you too busy daydreaming about a certain alpha?" His eyes danced with mischief. Heat flooded my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure you don't. Come on, I've got something to show you." The garage was Theo's domain—half workshop, half organized chaos. He'd set up a workbench covered in wires, tools, and what looked like crystals. "Magic is like mechanics," he explained, holding up a circuit board. "It needs a path, a channel. Right now, your magic is like this." He flipped a switch and sparks flew everywhere. "Uncontrolled. Dangerous."

It was glowing green. “Morning.” He greeted me with a smile. My palms began to sweat. My mom was holding a scroll glowing with a darker green. She was reading something. She muttered a word under her breath and dad stepped out of the way. Mom thrust her hand forward and the blue ball floated and it tried to get out of the grip. Its flame was slowly burning out. My mom screamed an incantation and she fisted her hand. The ball disappeared in a thin smoke. “Morning, dear.” My mom said putting the scroll down. I felt my skin burning. She turned to dad.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Eric apologized, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Landon. I—" Ignoring Eric, Serena eyed Cassian curiously and asked, "What are these Madiora enchantments you mentioned earlier?" In stark contrast to her earlier expression, she now had a faint smile on her face. Cassian replied, "Madiora enchantments are a set of mystic arts that are extremely profound. They can be used to achieve all kinds of wondrous results. People who are unfamiliar with them may think of them as old superstitions, but those with a true understanding consider them miracle cures."

Alistair's eyes shone as he clapped until his palms turned red. "It's not magic. In fact, it's simple. I'll teach you." Ezekiel scrambled the cube again. In the blink of an eye, it was solved once more.

"What's up?" "Nothing much. I just probably try to crack some magic with the help of Branson. I guess I have learnt a few tricks." He grins. "Woah. That's so cool. Would you show me some?" "They are not exactly. It's just, Branson taught me about these magical objects. They are powerful and filled with magic. Basically spelled by the witches. If you know how to handle them, then it's almost equal to doing magic." "That's very interesting." I say. "So, you're using one?"

Modern witches don’t cackle over a cauldron under the full moon. Modern witches are scientific spellcasters. They observe the world, collect data, and use that data to create a new type of magic, one based on logic and reason. This might seem contrary to what most people understand, but the only real reason our people have survived near annihilation is the fact that we are good at noticing patterns and hiding in plain sight.