People With Magic Novels & Stories

The effects of it are always small, unnoticeable, but it leads people to find strange, sometimes disturbing ways to use their magic. “I am certain this configuration of spells shall be enough to summon him," the woman in the green dress says, holding some kind of long stick that burns, a strange scent coming off it. “Will it really work this time?” One of the girls from the circle asks, looking dubiously down at the assortment of natural items. “I believe so, yes.” What have I stumbled into? Mary hasn't followed me, which is probably for the best. I should probably leave to let them do whatever it is these people indulge in, to summon whoever they please, but sometimes stops me from turning

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

It was hard for me to admit that my parents had turned into greedy people I didn’t even recognize. Joshua nodded. “It’s the forest,” he said calmly. “Non-magical people have a hard time dealing with the concept of magic. They often see it as a windfall, some sort of personal gift horse they can call upon whenever they need something. Because they can’t feel the magic pulsating through them or understand the complex balance of power, they think they can just take whatever they want without consequences.” I stared at him for a moment before I asked, “You’ve seen it happen before?”

Adriana asks. “Exactly like that,” Axel’s frown deepens, and then he gives me a glum look. “What?” I ask him, my nerves now on edge as he watches me closely. “Sounds to me like magical interference.” “Magical…?” I ask, tilting my head. And then it hits me. The only person I know that has magic is… “Uma,” I whisper, along with Adriana at the same time. “I don’t think she would do that,” I admit, and Axel shrugs.

Layla always figured it was because we all came from the Universe and its magic. “Think about it like this, “ she said to her classroom one day “if magic wasn’t in all of us, how do you explain the internet or cellphones or HALF of the scientific discoveries we have had” Those men were magic and they had a lot of it. But, they didn’t act like it. Typically, when someone knows they have magic, their demeanor changes. You become more because you know there is more. Even you become one of those people that abuse your magic, you still become more. They truly seemed to be …mundane. Yes, they were gorgeous and had a superior air of confidence about them. But, they still acted…normal. Could

He said with a stern face… In Eplica, the only gift humans possessed apart from their intelligence was magic. But unfortunately, it was a bloodline trait and not for everyone. Even families with this bloodline might not birth anyone with this gift in centuries, making people who have it very scarce. Also, generally, other humans frown on it and call the people who have magic, witches, and wizards. Due to this, people born with magic hide it even within their families. Most people with magic would either practice in secret, find their way into a big family, so they could work and be protected by the leaders of those families, or find their way to the two other

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

She had heard tales of a sleeping city, but was experiencing one right before her. "Magicians cast a sleeping spell, whenever they plan on doing something that would delude several people's sight. Only those with special abilities have the power to resist such spell." Audrey was totally speechless. The rumors and suspicion were true, there was still someone out there, who practice black magic. "Is there a way for this menace to stop?" Audrey asked. She watched as the maid attempt to wriggle off the chain.

It was so loud, so inhumane, that I'm only relying on my instincts to discover where she may have gone off to. There's a knot in my stomach as I smell the familiar scent of powerful magic. Most people wouldn't notice that magic has a scent, but it does. Anytime someone uses an incredible amount of power you can always smell the faint scent of cucumbers and mint. You would think it would smell magical and give you wistful feelings, but no, cucumber and mint. My stomach drops as I get closer and I see four men on the ground, dead. Two of the men were Connor and William Lake and they are both half naked... the lower half is naked. Why the lower half? Unless...

“Who is that Vlad they talk about?” “You know, dear. In the real world there are evil people ... in the magic world there are evil wizards. They want to control the world of magic, and everything actually. To control both wizards and sceptic people. Kind, compassionate ones are used to drinking from the fountain of love ... but evil ones are fed with hatred and violence.” The woman, seeing Elizabeth was thoughtful, cupped her chin in her delicate palm.