Musical Magician Novels & Stories

I twist just enough for his teeth to scrape across my scales instead of piercing them, but the force of the blow sends another burst of agony through my shoulder. He is laughing now. A terrible, broken sound. “You feel it, don’t you?” he snarls. “All that power—and still you struggle!” I shove against him, our bodies grinding together as claws tear across scales and stone alike. Behind me— Seraphina’s music rises again. Stronger. Sharper. The melody vibrates through the amphitheater like a pulse of living light. And with it comes the magic. It floods through the bridge overhead. It floods through the air.

Every time I shifted position, a sharp tingling ran through my muscles. Paul hummed from time to time. A familiar, insistent melody that scraped against my nerves. I couldn’t remember where I knew it from, and maybe that made it worse. It sounded like an echo from the past that refused to fade. Then the metallic sound of a bolt shattered the monotony. The door.

And my hand keeps going, not finding any flesh to stop it. "What is this?" I move aside his sleeve and discover that his arm has no flesh, just a metal framework of bent bars and gears. I continue to explore his body, discovering that it is like this everywhere. The only solid areas are his face and hands, but upon closer inspection, it is clear that they are not made of flesh at all, but some clever approximation of it--some kind of springy substance that has been painted in to look real from the stage. Only someone standing close to him would know the difference, and The Magician never comes offstage except to reenter his tent.

I gasped, my heart leaping with elation. It worked! Quietly, careful not to make a sound, I repeated the process with the ropes binding my wrists. It took longer, requiring even greater concentration, but finally, they too fell slack. I was free. Scrambling to my feet, I swayed, my muscles stiff and cramped from being at a spot for a long time. The cabin door was right in front of me, a promise of escape. But just as I was about to make my move, I heard the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. The magician. He was back.

I teased. Kael flushed, bumping my arm. “Shut up.” We laughed. The warriors bowed, then stepped back as the fire dimmed, giving way to another spectacle. This time: magicians. A man cloaked in sapphire walked forward, holding nothing but a simple staff. Then the earth rumbled faintly. Pebbles lifted from the ground, orbiting him like moons. He raised one hand and fire spiraled upward, transforming into a flock of glowing birds that scattered, then rained golden feathers over the courtyard.

Rita The hall buzzed with energy as students gathered for their first practical magic class. The space, usually reserved for assemblies, had been transformed—circles of salt and herbs marked workstations, and the air hummed with the residue of old spells. Rita stood beside Freda, watching as the instructor—a stout witch with silver-streaked braids—demonstrated a basic energy channeling exercise. "Focus on the earth beneath you," the teacher intoned. "Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."

Across from her, a cloaked magician sat cross-legged. “Austin has found his mate,” Ariana said, dropping a strand of hair from a brush onto the table. “Here. Use this. Do a little magic. I need him to believe I’m the only one.” The magician’s face turned pale. “To tamper with a mate bond... it’s a sin against the Moon Goddess. I can’t do it!” Ariana’s smile faded. In one swift move, she grabbed the magician by the neck and squeezed, her voice low and deadly.

I turned my focus inward toward my Source and realized that a wisp of energy had begun filling the emptiness inside me before forming a weak barrier around my organs. Hot damn. So this was the only way for me to recover my lost magic: intimacy with him. I caught the fear and shock in Matteo's eyes and decided to press my advantage. I pounced like a homing missile and grabbed his thighs. He reeled backward, dumbfounded, then stared down at me with a mixture of bewilderment, humiliation, and disgust. "This… This is how low you'd go for money?" I looked up at him, love practically bubbling in my eyes. "Excuse me? Forget money! Letting a manifestation of masculine hotness like you walk free is t

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.

I mentally shook my head because what I heard Jace said cannot be true. Did he really said that or he was just good at acting? The smile that is pasted on his face is still there. It looks genuine. It's not pretentious. The officiating priest is talking but my mind was not in it. It's going away to the man beside me who never did let go of my hand that was clasped with our fingers intertwined together. Jace squeezed her hand when she did not reply to the priest question. She was not aware that the priest is on that part already.