Novel Magic Hour Novels & Stories

“A trace… but not fully alive.” Nora crouched beside him, her eyes scanning the shifting colors beneath the stones. “It’s like the city’s exhaling,” she said thoughtfully. “The magic’s leaving, but it’s taking its time. Slowly, carefully. Maybe it doesn’t want to vanish completely.” Kael frowned. “Or maybe it doesn’t know how.”

I knew I would have to stay here for a minimum of six months, but I was already looking forward to the day I could buy my little place. It turns out that Derek was an architect. He explained he needed to work on some drawings for a client and disappeared into his office. I grabbed a plate full of cold pizza and some drinks, then headed up to my room. I had a date with Harry Potter and I wasn't about to miss it. I took a long bath, curled up in my robe with a fire going, and lost myself in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. 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.

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.

I couldn't hide the worry in my voice when I asked, “Is it really safe for you to be here at this hour?” Ashton stepped closer, his usual calm demeanor replacing any tension. “It’s fine. You’re okay.” His voice was steady, but I could hear the undercurrent of something deeper. “Between two and three a.m. is called the Witching Hour. Witches and wizards meditate during this time to connect with their magic. For the next forty minutes, we’re safe. Nothing can harm us.” I stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. “You’re telling me it’s safe because of the time?”

“The Sinclair family is the most powerful and wealthiest family of all time. I tried many times to gain access into their property but I always failed. I tried to act as a maid, but I was never hired. I tried to sneak into the house but was thrown out. I tried to use magic against them but it never worked either, they were protected against every spell I threw at them and all that because of the book of shadows that they hold in possession. That book is every witch’s and hunter’s dream, it provides a great amount of knowledge and unusual spells. I can’t deny my happiness and relief that the Sinclair’s have this book and protecting it from every low life witch and greedy hunter. But, I need t

Then the shock turned into anger. "Oh my God. How can someone be that shameless?" "Don't worry," Harry said immediately. "As long as we're here, we won't let him get anywhere near your house again. If you ever need anything, call us." I smiled at them, genuinely grateful. I never expected to meet neighbors this kind in a tiny town so far from home. "Thank you. Really." *** The next morning, before my alarm even went off, shouting exploded outside the yard. I quietly shut Ellie's bedroom door and looked out the window.

Mara Morning arrives gradually. Not gently nothing in the past twenty four hours merits that term but softly enough that the world doesn't instantly break me again when I wake up. Sheer curtains let in pale, circumspect light, as though even the sun knew better than to rush me. The room has a subtle scent of crushed herb and something sweet and metalic that I know is magework. Traditional magic. cautious magic. Grounding magic. I lie still for a moment cataloging myself.

It made the place feel suffocating—like walking into a velvet lined coffin. My phone—the new one Nova had gifted me last week—vibrated against my leg, signaling it was three in the morning. I stole another glance around and after confirming Edward was nowhere to be seen, I let my magic slip around the building, sensing for any hidden charms or hexes. After finding nothing amiss, I used my magic to pick the lock of Lucille’s restaurant.

Not just my life depended on it now, but my child's, Rosalie, Ronn, Chris, Ruby and everyone that wanted to be out of here as well. "Excezerra ver arouz ligato nix sour ver arouz isto canuz hors d'oeuvre…." I continued, I was as weak as fuck, my eyes glowed blue for few seconds before it turned black and my blood grew cold. I felt cold instantly. An enormous amount of magic seeped from me, a smile crept on my lips. She was free. ~~~ Hi guys!!! I would really love to hear your comments so far on the book: Bound by the Moon, Fated by Destiny.