Planet Magick Novels & Stories

I felt uncomfortable. “… there are only two of them. So, by default, they will go against each other. And with our water mages, there are 7. There will be two duels and a battle against three mages. There are twenty-six mages in total. 2 light, 7 water, 2 fire, 4 winds, 2 earth, 3 lightning, 2 spatial, 2 ice, 2 silver, 2 sound. There are different types of magics but only these magics stood out” he’s right. Some magic is really not meant to be used for battling. Although they could still be used on the battle ground, their magic usually can’t keep up to those who have primary magics like me. That’s how unfair magic is. Like snow magic, it can be use to attack enemies but it does not stand a

“Food.” Lyra looks confused, the Magi even more so. I try again, shifting the colors of my words. This time the Magi nods, reaching forward to grasp my arm. “I am taking her, Grand Lady.” “Not until…” “AhRAAAH…” the Magi’s voice rings like a bell, bright white in my mind like staring into the sun. The word wasn’t shouted, shows no visible energy other than the color in my minds eye, but it has the power to push Lyra back, holding her in place, her body still, her eyes darting angrily between us.

No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend. The coven of witches in Coven Groves was extinct, when the last real witch with pure magick, this Paula's grandmother, died and after that, there were mostly only wiccan people with soft magick, whose ancestors were real witches or wizards. Miranda Belize, the owner of the sweet tooth, was also from the wiccan line and she had soft magick, too. She was also an Earth witch, who made remedies with water and herbs. The librarian in their town, Mama Bora, was also someone with soft magick. Until Art. Art was the first one in decade with powerful pure magick.

Some potions especially the ones used to bind or cage magick, if given over a long period of time can end up with a mind of their own and as it has power in itself, they can then start feeding off of the power or magick it is containing making it stronger and the more one tries to break it open the more it will eventually fight back. Only someone that can become one with the caged or bound magick will be able to overcome the locks keeping them separated. So the only way I can set my magick free is to become one with it. I guess that means I need to stop fearing what will be done to me for what I am and fearing the magic itself, but that is easier said than done.

So far the date seemed to go well, he had managed to see more of this world, who was weirdly more developed than it thought thanks to what was known as magitek. Magitek was a form of using magic by imbuing the effects of a spell in a device. It wasn't anyone could do without years upon years of research. In this kingdom, the only one specializing in magitek were witches, making the Walpurgisnacht one of the richest organizations in the whole world, their only concurrent being the dwarves and the angels. Monopoly was truly a scary thing. "Well, let's continue our date." They decided to leave the central zone and walk toward the South zone.

Her intuition calls her to open a certain page and her fingers automatically open the said page. The title of the page reads “Forest Magic”. Katya frowns but reads it anyway. “The magick is a living being. It lives, breathes, talks and feels. Magick is always bound to something. It could be a person, a thing, an emotion, or an event but it is never alone. You just have to understand how to communicate with it.” She moves to the entry that her mother made on 6th October 1968.

Persuade her to submit to him before the moon. His close friend Magus took a seat next to him. Magus was a rare addition to their pack. A creature half mage-half wolf he was immensely rare. There was purportedly only one other such creature in existence. And he was allegedly the Commander of King Detry’s Mages Guild. “What are you so pensive about?” Magus queried. “Same thing you are, I’ve no doubt.” “I’m far less pensive than I should be.” Magus was trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk and failing.

“Couldn’t Death just tell you why I’m blessed?” Zane laughs. “That would be too easy, Pet. I’ve made arrangements for us to see Mags tomorrow.” “Will you be okay seeing her, and how do you think she can help me?” I ask, finishing the last of my wine. “I can handle Mags, she’s something else, and you will see what I mean tomorrow. She’s isn’t scary. Honestly, she’s mostly harmless. Mags is a shitty mom, and there is a reason she gave me up to Zara. Mags is a psychic witch. She can read people and their auras and tell what someone's intentions are. She can see a person's future or find a lost person, and she can do a lot. It makes sense that she will help you, although I’m unsure how she can.

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.

I closed my mouth, frustrated. "Those who exist on Polonias are human just as we are. Or," he shrugged. "In my case, once was. The magical creatures that dwell in Polonias are the same as the magical creatures you've seen here and in Sharra. They are part of the seven magics. But here's the cool part." "Cool?" That wasn't the word I'd use. Freaky. Weird. Effing terrifying. Those words were a better fit. "The seven magics are part of Earth, but they also exist everywhere. And Polonias used the magics from - "