Nasuverse Magic Novels & Stories

Her face was smeared with ash and blood, but her eyes shone. "Done." We all stared at the tables. Twelve flawless masters, glowing soft and deadly. Plus three hundred forty-seven solid backups spread across benches. A fortune in magic, forged in one desperate night. Marcus whistled low. "That's... a damn miracle." "Necessity," I said, but my legs wobbled. The room spun a little. Kael was there instantly, arm around my waist, before I tipped. "Rest. Now." "Need to help deploy—"

"I'm not going to drain you, little Luna. That would be wasteful. Your blood would be exquisite, I'm sure, but I need you alive and functional." "Then what do you want?" I tried again to reach for my magic, that silver power that usually responded to fear. Still nothing. The venom in the wine had completely blocked my access to it. Cassius smiled, showing his fangs fully. "I want you to do something for me. Something only someone with Luna magic, the oldest magic in existence, can accomplish." He gestured to a large painting on the wall. With a wave of his hand, it swung open like a door, revealing a dark passageway beyond. "Come. I'll show you."

Even if that person was someone like Nas. Our kiss was suddenly interrupted by howls that sounded closer than before. I forgot they were coming. I pulled back and realized Isaiah was gone. Nas stood in his place. “The magic, it’s gone,” I said to him. “You don’t look like Isaiah anymore.” “You can still portaled me out, right,” Nas asked with a hint of panic. “Or give me one of those ball thingies?”

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

Behind it lay the Nexus: the source of all ley magic, the convergence of every ley line on the continent, the heartbeat of Aether itself. Ava stood at the front, her blood-slick palm still warm with residual magic. The others waited behind her—Ashton, his arm lightly brushing hers, Darius in solemn silence, Lysandra unreadable, Kaelin tense but steady, and Rhian whispering a quiet prayer to gods they'd long stopped believing in. Mira and Elen flanked the rear, ready for anything. She pressed her hand to the cold obsidian door once more. This time, the magic recognized her willingly.

“I know her magic.” “Why?” I ask, completely dumbfounded. “Why the fuck would she do that?” Narcissa looks at me as if she can’t believe I could possibly be that stupid. “To protect you of course.” “The magic doesn’t work on me.” “This spell would have,” she says, holding her hand out and feeling the magical atoms still floating in the air. “She designed it to keep you out.” “Goddess, Willow,” I say softly. “What have you done?”

But magic has gentler endings than steel, if you ask it correctly. Nyra traced three symbols on the tabletop, each the size of a coin. Sleep. Release. Return. The circles intersected at a point that wasn’t a point at all—more like a suggestion, a place for a breath to rest. She glanced up. “No instructions,” she said. “No details. Just… trust.” “We get it,” Elias said.

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp:

" Begrudgingly they lined up to have their scrapes mended. The seven of us watched in awe as Selene revealed more of her magic abilities to us. After Selene cleaned the large gash across Cassius' arm, she hovered her hand over the wound and whispered a few words. A warm glow emitted from her hand and right before our eyes, the cut began to mend. Cassius flexed and rotated his arm. He gave Selene a look of admiration. "It feels good as new. Thank you, Miss Selene," Cassius said. It wasn't long until the remaining wounds of the others were healed. Arlo watched the entire time with a pout. "Aw, man. I want to be healed by magic," he muttered. Sage gave him a playful shove. "You are such a baby,