Planet Magick Novels & Stories

The magic coalesced into a radiant sphere above my palm, its luminescence casting a soft, comforting glow. Closing my eyes, I created a mental picture of Vincent using magic to control Tarr. Vampires used blood magic, so I visualized red threads projected by Vincent, the threads tied on different parts of Tarr’s body—his wrists, knees, ankles, head. Tarr was a puppet to Vincent who controlled those threads. The magical sphere pulsed with intensity, responding to the urgency of my intent.

"Please, Margaret, I'm begging you. We can't afford to wait. Time is running out, and the lives of your people are hanging in the balance." Margaret's gaze softened, sympathy shining in her eyes. "Alright, alright," she reassured me, her voice gentle. "Just take a deep breath, Gabriella. I'll exert every effort to get to the bottom of this." With her assurance, a glimmer of hope flickered within me. Margaret moved to a nearby table, gathering various ingredients and arcane objects. She arranged them meticulously, creating a sacred space where her powers could be harnessed to their fullest extent.

whenever other pack leaders were there. Our pack, the Iron Mountain Pack, had, generations back, been blessed by a very powerful coven to receive the magic that still flows in most of our veins today. Not all have the abilities, and some only have the basics. I, however, have it in plenty. It could even be seen on the scans my mother had when she was pregnant with me. I was, as they called it, filled to the brim with magic. Not that it was uncommon for a child to be powerful, but it was unusual the child was so powerful.

Erik noticed that. "You can talk, Mr. Potter." "Thank you, sir. I wanted to ask what kind of magic is this that you are using?" "It's called magecraft, Mr. Potter. While wizards and witches use a wand to focus their magic and cast spells, magecraft is an advance use of magic. It doesn't require a focus to use when you are an advanced user, but most people still use a staff. Magecraft differs from wizardry and witchcraft in the way you shape and use your magic. Where wizards and witches use mainly intent and enchantations, mages use heavy math and knowledge to construct the magic circles for their spells. Like this blue one that I am using to examine you."

Even those in Saint realm would be shocked because they had never heard of anyone who could cross two realms at once when they broke through. Was this even human? Even the legendary galaxy beasts were not so amazing. “Master David, I know you’re saying that to help our family. I sincerely thank you. I must have done something good in my previous life and have accumulated enough karma to have met such a benevolent friend,” Magus said with reddened eyes. Marigold and her mother also had tears in their eyes. They could all understand what David was doing. There were very few big shots who possessed David’s affection and righteousness.

" She inquired. "You really don't know what you're talking about, do you?" He expressed sympathy. "Magi are humans who have the ability to channel Magic." But we need a receptacle, a way to channel it." "What exactly do you mean?" She inquired. "Like this..." He remarked this while plucking a dark crystal only a few centimetres long. "We usually employ crystals since they were generated when the Earth was formed andcontain the same elements." We can utilize other items if they are really old, but they must have some connection to the outside world.

"Witches are beautiful, and you're not an exception—close your eyes, and I will show you a portion of what you're capable of." My eyelids flutter close, and Lucy squeezes my hands. Tingles start inside my shoes, and I have to bite my lower lip at the thousand needles feeling traveling up my legs. Warmth spread within me, circling inside my chest and building up a vortex. "That's good, and now channel that magic, and give it to me." Without hesitation, I let Lucy have the accumulated energy, and then I'm allowed a glimpse of his train of thoughts. I see a mattress, bedsheets, and when I open my eyes, we are sitting on soft materials.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

, I said standing tall straighten my shoulders, I could see Damien in the back shaking his head, he already knew I had the shield up. "You cant handle my best shot", Maggie replied with a smug look. "If you say so, try me", I said hugging my shoulders. "Ich fordere die macht der dunklen magie im inneren auf, sich zu entwickeln, Asche zu Asche, staub zu staub bringen dieses madchen zu bode, wo sie herkam", (I called on the power of the dark magic inside to come forward, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust return this girl to the ground where she came from)Maggie chanted, the air around us changed, I looked at her while she was chanting, her eyes closed and she was focus, but I knew nothing will happ

“We will accept the spirit, Ditiori and the soul, Maga…Arcani spiritus, Ditiori et anima, Maga, accipient…Become the scroll of entrapping spirits…Erit magicae captandi spirituum.” The glooms swathed the lovers in repose. A gasp and sigh were heard. “Maga and Helia, I love you.” Was it Maga and Ditiori’s last breaths? Black dusts and shadows warped unto the scroll in the goat-head servant‘s hands. Maga and Ditiori laid no more on the frigid floor. They had left their baby sleeping peacefully, wrapped in their velour cloak. The incantation written in the arcane scroll had become red like it was written in blood with an image of a lily of the valley and grain had intertwined.