Novel Magic Hour Novels & Stories

The magic of the night had been a living, breathing entity, a mantle of silver that had wrapped the Moonrise pack in an embrace of absolute unity. But magic, no matter how profound, must eventually yield to the turning of the earth. As the unnatural, blinding silver of the moon began to bleed into the bruised purples and cold grays of pre-dawn, the ethereal weight of the ceremony gave way to the sharp, biting reality of the mountain morning.

"Sometimes, to defeat darkness, we must dabble in shadows. The magic I speak of is not something any of us would choose under normal circumstances, but desperate times, my dear." Orion folded his arms, skepticism evident on his face. "What exactly is this magic? And how do we even know it won't backfire?" The shadow weaver chuckled, pulling out an old, weathered book from within the folds of his cloak. It seemed out of place, so ancient amidst the modern chaos. "This," he began, "is the Tome of Nyx. Within its pages lie the secrets of the night itself. And one particular spell, the Eclipsing Veil, can make us invisible to Seraphina's senses."

He handed over the second filing folder and I started perusing it. I immersed myself in the file, eagerly turning each page. The minutes slipped away effortlessly, seamlessly blending into hours. Suddenly, a gentle snoring sound caught my attention. I glanced to the side and saw that he had peacefully dozed off, his head comfortably nestled on his folded arms. A warm smile graced my lips as I carefully observed every detail of his serene face. His gentle breathing and the soft moonlight filtering through the window made the moment feel like a beautiful painting come to life.

"You're going?" "Alpha ordered it. So..." he shrugged. "Can I come?" I tugged at his sleeve. "There's not much I can do here until midnight comes." Midnight is when the Azure full moon reaches its peak, and that's when all the magic goes down. Still a few hours before it happens. "No, no," Zeke said softly. "You have to stay here. Enjoy the festivities. Watching over things might be a bit boring, but at least there'll be loads of entertainment, and you can keep on dancing. I'll come back later anyway."

I was protecting. By the time we reached the safehouse nestled at the base of the eastern ridge, the first fingers of dawn were curling over the trees. The sky had begun to bleed with color, but the night hadn’t left me yet. Not while her scent still carried fear. Not while my skin still burned from the sting of Tess’s magic. Magic!

I almost rolled my eyes, bored of her antics. Before I shunned whatever she was doing off, the book glowed in bright red. "What in the?" I exclaimed. "Moon oath magic," she said triumphantly. "This book has a message." She strode towards us elegantly and opened the pages to us, which were now filled with drawings and writing. "Look at this," she told us. Scarlett gasped. "Herrera." "Herrera?" We looked at the image again. A woman with long white hair, white brows, lashes, a white garment with gold accessories.

The earlier I start, the closer I’ll get to leaving this place. I struggle to stand, my legs stiff from hours of sitting in one spot. “Ah,” I cry out softly, finding the light switch and turning it on. Damn. My eyes widen in disbelief. This place looks like an ancient library. The room is small, it belongs to a child, but the aesthetics tell me that the child studied endlessly. My fingers trail across the shelves, flipping through books one after another. These are limited editions, the rare copies. Then my eyes fall on a purple-colored book, and my mouth falls open. “My God!” I exclaim, lifting it carefully. “The Book of Magic.”

I wake up in Levi's car. I have no idea how long I was out for, but it's dark now. Not that I'm all that shocked. However I must admit I'm glad to be out of the black smoke. That darkness was so much more potent than natural darkness. I can still see the stars and moon, unlike when was chasing shadow. I don't remember what happened after Levi killed the fire stone. Honestly, I'm barely able to keep my eyes open. Every inch of me is drained. I can barely feel my magic right now. It was being stolen from me.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

They placed her in the middle, with Mira standing by her side, making sure that she wouldn't do anything. The moment her bare feet touched the cold floor, Verena felt something run through her body. Her fingers tingled, but it did not last long; it soon vanished. The book in front of her slightly glowed, as if addressing her presence. Everyone gasped. This is the very first time that they are witnessing something magical—real magic. All they needed right now was the moon. It's what they need to read the pages of the book. However, the more Verena saw the moon, the more she felt weak. This is the opposite of what usually happens to her. The moonlight is making her body feel heavy; she almost