Musical Magician Novels & Stories

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

Sliding up the side of the shack as he cradled his pained shoulder. “More fine, now.” Magus had stepped back from the structure, facing it as he crossed his forearms before him. He slowly unfolded them. Leaving what looked like a green rainbow in their wake. Brighter lights glimmering from his fingertips as he curved them in his concentration. His face written with tension and his lips murmuring as he whispered words too low for even my wolf ears to catch. Then he sent out a streaming green light from each hand, which wrapped around the base of the shack in both directions.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a magician passed by him and hurriedly went to the room next to him, rummaging through the papers and glassware inside while cursing. "Shit. Shit. Shit!" Tristan was confused and decided to ask the magician, knocking on the door as the magician jumped in surprise. "Sir Tristan!" He greeted as he bowed. "What is this all about?" The magician paused searching for a moment as he slightly turned to Tristan and looked at him in a confused manner. "Haven't you heard the siren?" Tristan sighed, annoyed. "I did, but what about it?" The magician turned back to his searching and answered him, without hesitating.

Magician shows up himself every sundown after that day. "Mr. Magician." He laughs and I chortled, I stared at him and think about things to ask him. Aha! "Can you be my big brother? I don't have one." "Sure, dear." He just beamed at me again and my young heartfelt content. The next days, he would always bring food for me, my favorite--- grilled beef! It turns out, Mr. Magician loved it too. He would always play with me before the night then show me some cool tricks which entertained and saved me from the pain of my childhood.

Zane smiled with good humor and stood on the right of the magician, with me on his left. “This next trick is one I learned straight from the lips of Harry Blackstone himself,” the magician said, and though I could clearly see the werewolf wasn’t old enough, I smiled and nodded. “Many years I studied under him, and this he told me: practice until it becomes boring, then practice until it becomes beautiful! With that, he conjured a little box from seemingly thin air and then, with a little bow, invited me to open it. I did so, then gasped.

"What's worse is we don't know when the magic was cast. It could be possible that the magic was cast long before they joined the grand duchy." "Is that possible?" I asked, as the very idea shocked me. Maverick nodded his head. "It's possible to cast a kind of hypnosis on someone to act in a certain way when they are exposed to a certain trigger. It takes an incredible amount of skill and magic, however, to pull something like that off. Also, they must be very specific about the trigger, or else it will not work." "If the trigger is too vague or common, it either won't work or won't work properly," Jason added.

That forbidden magic, the one that's locked deep inside of me, the music is luring it in, begging me to release it and let it loose. In my mind's eye, I could see a key in the lock and a hand reaching out to turn the key; the magic was so close to being released, just a little to the left, my heart was racing with anticipation, and I could feel the goosebumps prickling on my skin as I eagerly awaited the sound of the lock clicking.

I could think of no other explanation for his little trick than to ask if he was the castle clown. “You might say I…. entertain,” he replied with a sickly, sweet tone that made my skin crawl. He made a sweeping gesture with his arm as he bent low before me. “I am Gondofini, the castle magician, and I am at your service.” “Magician?” I said with feigned surprise. “We have need of magic here?” “At times,” he replied, coyly, while he continued to watch me carefully. “Does the castle entertain that much?” I continued with my ruse.

She had a beautiful voice and was captivating to watch her perform, she moved gracefully on the stage, had the crowd watching her every move. I disappeared through the door when she reached the chorus and encouraged them to sing with her. Putting in my earpiece, Miranda's voice rang through the piece. "I've disabled the motion sensors and camera's, you have approximately three minutes before guard change," she said. "Got it," I said as I walked down the stairs. "How many?" I asked. "Two on your left, standstill," she said and I nodded. Slopping my body, I stumbled and one of the guards caught me.