People With Magic Novels & Stories

I asked, the aweness leaving my voice bit by bit, probably at the knowledge that I could never do that with my magic. “We can actually do it, but in dire situations. If we keep on like she does, we might die before our time. Magic drains us, the commoners, if you will call us that. But for people as that, people blessed with the white hair, they have no real limits, and that’s why I have been working on a drug that can restrict our limits and help us, the commoners, to hold onto our magic and use it more regularly.” Laura answered this time round, letting her hands fall from my arm to my hand.

I ask curiously. "Well, the identifying characteristic of Modular people is that they react. That helped researchers pinpoint a distinct, and very small popoulation, of people in the non-magical population who were able to react to magic. Essentially, researchers noted that some people who they thought weren't magical were reacting. And, after focusing a longitudal study on these very rare individuals, it was concluded that there is a fifth school of magic, Modular," says Machiv, looking through some books he pulls out from his backpack.

With current technologies, it is impossible for her to make this ride. But, magic make everything possible. "Why don't we tell people that magic isn't harmful? With this magical park, we can show them that magic is fun." He sneered. "I can't wait to see your father's face if he heard this." "Why? Magic is wonderful, right? Perhaps they will stop doing the witch hunting and everyone can accept their true self. I mean, they don't have to hide anymore." Grant searching something in her eyes and what he found was sincere. It is not a secret that normal people afraid of the magician user.

Cedric had a blank expression on his face. Aileen pointed in Edgar’s direction, “There is more of them. The old man has magic!” She jumped to her feet and walked towards Edgar swiftly, however the people pushed forward and gathered around him preventing her from getting to him. She chuckled unamusingly, “Do you feeble lots want to do this?”, she stamped her feet to the ground making rocks float on the air, “Are you still going to protect him?” “With our lives”, one of them answered.

She may have not touched those people, but she was sure they were breathing fine. Even if they were a little abnormal, how can they be dead? His words were ridiculous, not making any sense. But in this world, nothing was impossible either. Supernatural beings, magic, mana, powers, and everything that one may call, exist. " I don't know for sure what it is, but many people are being enchanted by this evil spell, if left unguarded, they can kill others and make them like themselves ", Jack spoke in a serious voice.

Not without us. "Are any of you adept with magic?" Ari asked the new group. Various smiles, facial quirks, and soft chuckles sounded. "You could say that," the tall man with dark hair, bright blue eyes, glasses, and what looked like a full shirt of tattoos said. Two guys that had to be twins, rolled their eyes at each other. "Kord's the magical brains of the whole operation. The rest of us use pure talent," one of them said. His eyes were a butterscotch color. Bit of a blowhard it seemed.

A sense of wonder and curiosity overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but express my longing to witness the magic firsthand. "Freda," I began, my voice filled with genuine eagerness, "I've read about magic and seen it portrayed in movies, but I've never witnessed a magical trick in real life. Would you be willing to show me some of your magical abilities?" Freda's eyes twinkled with amusement, her expression filled with warmth. "Of course, my dear," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Magic is meant to be experienced, not just read about or seen on a screen. I would be delighted to show you a glimpse of what can be achieved through the art of spellcasting."

As West beheld these formidable practitioners of magic, she felt a stirring within her soul, a flicker of recognition that spoke of a shared heritage and a bond that transcended the boundaries of blood and kin. The air around them crackled with arcane energy, the currents of magic swirling in eddies that stirred the edges of their tattered robes. Hilda smiled at Amren whose gaze was on the people who were shouting from below. "People pay homage to our savior" Hilda shouted and Amren became increasingly confused as the thousands of men and women, children, they all slowly dropped to their knees, Amren's eyes roamed around as she saw Hilda drop to her knees as well.

What a fucking joke! I tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on the present moment. I watch as Daniel and Elvina complete the spell, their voices rising in unison as they call upon the magic. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their incantations. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, and I have to shield my eyes. When I opened them again, I saw that the magic circle has disappeared, and Danial and Elvina were standing back, their faces lined with exhaustion.

And using magic was something that only the high-ranking and the elderly could afford to do within the community. It was a way to keep the youngsters in check. I couldn’t imagine a bunch of teenagers with great magical abilities in one place without there being lack of control, chaos and disorder. “I thought only the elderly could come,” I whispered quietly to my grandfather. They all looked so young, except for two gentlemen sitting in the back. They did look as expected. White hair, wrinkles and robes. The others, on the other hand, looked just like adults, in modern, uptight clothes. It looked luxurious, I wondered for a second what would happen if it stained them. Would they cry? They lo