Pick Up Lines About Magic Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and released it, trying to relax so I could feel my magic. I felt the familiar thrumming of energy within me, but it pulsed with an unusual weight tonight, reluctant to respond. I closed my eyes, focusing inward. The whispers of my magic grew louder, drowning out my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth, willing the magic to flow. "Please," I muttered, pouring my intention into the spell. I envisioned a warm light surrounding Aric, a protective barrier to break whatever held him there. But the magic remained stubborn, slow to react.

Sage said her voice dripping with sarcasm. Megan had grabbed his hand in hopes of relaxing him some. That’s when she felt the surge that ran through Justin. With a smile, she looked into his eyes searching for some answer to a question he didn’t know that he should have asked. “What?” He asked puzzled at her look. “Justin you have magic.” Explained Megan. She watched Justin as he tried to digest the information. “Wait. No, I have no idea what you are talking about.” Gasped Justin as he snatched his hand away.

“Then I will make you leave.” Taking a deep breath, I held out my palms to the earth. Around us, the rain froze. I let the magic flow through me, pulling it from the ley line directly. My vision was red as I stared at the man before me. Taking two deep breaths, I pulled my hands up, the force of the magic I was pushing against made them shake. Turning them, I took one more deep breath as I slammed them together. Suddenly, all of them disappeared. There was no longer a dirt path but it was now just trees. My vision blurred and I fell unconscious.

I want him to feel so crazy just like I'm feeling for him. Gosh! Why can't there be just magical powers? My phone buzzes, startling me out of my trance. Bringing it out, my heart leaped in happiness when I saw who had messaged me. LUCAS. MISSING YOU SO BADLY THAT I CAN'T CONCENTRATE ON ANYTHING. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, RED? I reread the message and a broad satisfied wicked smile spread across my face as I typed a reply, CATHERINE. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?

I inquired hugging Grandma, trying to coax her. Grandma looked at me and sighed, shaking her head. "The more power you possess, the more your possibilities are. For women… magic can work as your best beauty product. You can also stretch the natural abilities of your body… like strength, speed, agility, or mind… like memory, focus, perceptivity…" "Wow! So magic can make me a superhuman or a genius?!" I got overly excited. "No. That kind of magic works only temporarily, and it is exhausting to use it often. There is always a price to pay… So do not overuse it!" she advised me.

Matthew teased me with a finger. A dry finger. Fuck, I could fix that. I summoned more magic, complicated magic this time, drawing on the formulas inked into my arms. My power snaked down into the center of my body, leaving my ass perfectly clean and as slick as if I’d used a bottle of lube. Matthew’s finger pressed in, and he hissed and jerked it back. “Magic,” I whispered. “All good.” He let out a shaky laugh. “No arguments from me. Fuck. That shouldn’t be so hot.”

She responded not actually revealing the fact that she eavesdropped on their conversation to her knowing where her mom's questions were leading to. "You've heard of the Lysabel Magic right? It's a very deadly magic which may lead to death. If you travel to the silver lining Coven or search our coven for the silver stone in an invisible state, do you think it would be easy to return to your normal state? It may make you invisible for the rest of your life and I know you won't want that." Her mom said briefly to her and her eyes widened in disbelief of what her mom said to her.

“Claiming is fairly straight-forward too. The mates claim each other with a few words and that’s that.” “Like an oath?” “Pretty much.” “Blood, sex, and oaths?” He nodded. “That sounds really like a magical ritual,” I said. “Sex is used in magic?” “There is a whole area of magic called sex magic.” “And why was I not informed of this?” he half-joked thoughtfully.

As they sipped on the wine, the man cleared his throat and tried to impress Fiona with some pick-up lines. "You must be a magician, because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears," he said with a smirk. Fiona nearly choked on her wine at the sudden gesture. Then raised an eyebrow, making sure to look as unimpressed as possible. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not really into magic tricks." Undeterred, David tried again. "Are you an angel? Because you have a halo around your head," he said, gesturing towards the light above their table.

Margot turns back to the mirror, just staring at her reflection – my reflection twice, really. She shakes her head, raising a hand to her cheek and softly touching it like she’s not sure it’s real. “This shouldn’t be possible.” I hesitate. “Why not?” “The magic,” she murmurs, leaning over the sink to inspect her face, turning it this way and that to observe the incredible effects of the spell. “It’s not that powerful. It’s just a little cantrip – a joke spell…”