Power Of Magic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I’m hooked in place and the power continues to be shared between Chloe and I. “I can’t dear. If I stop now, the power will be lost. Magic needs a medium and once I start, I can’t stop. My power will be shared amongst you two.” The woman says and Chloe looks over to me with bitterness, like I was not supposed to be here but I was just trying to help. The power keeps leaving her mother and getting into Chloe and I until the light around the room slowly reduces and when the last bit of power is shared, her mother vanishes and the only light in the room now is the one emanating off my hair.

"Slow down, relax. I don't know much about him... I just know that your mom loved him because he is a good person. And coming to his looks .he is tall and has red eyes ...he was always the center of attention cause of his eye color but still your father is the most powerful magic user all around here and your mom was the second" "My mom knows magic?" she wrote confusedly. "She used to but---- he stopped and looked at Zia....she lost it I don't know how so don't ask me"

She thought about it before leaning back in her chair. “Yes, I do agree that in this case you could do much better with magic than with any other power, but you shouldn’t forget that magic comes with a lot of other responsibilities. You should be mentally stable to wield such power. Especially since you have not been conditioned to wield such from birth. You are still an alien to it.” “That’s why I have you there. You can teach me. Or maybe force the power out of me.” “No, forcing the power to show up could kill you seeing as magic is an unpredictable power.”

Pretty sure after last night I earned it. “Being magically roofied and assaulted does that to a girl.” He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, “That’s pretty much the usual around here. You’ll find those of us with magic often don’t care who we hurt in the process, so long as we get what we want. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying: Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” I bristled as the memories of last night came into focus. The way Jameson’s bones snapped, his limbs twisting and contorting under my will. It felt so addicting at the time. Never in my life had I felt such power.

~Magnus~ So this is it. This Alpha! This arrogant bastard is the reason Lucy has refused to give her heart to me. After all these years of loving her, protecting her, being there for her… Another man just walks in and snatches her away? No. Absolutely not, I won’t let that happen. I’m glad she hates him. Maybe I should make her hate him more. And the audacity—the audacity—to ask for her in exchange for help? I’m not going to lie, he’s powerful. Who is he? How does he have Mindbending power? I’ve read about it in ancient texts, and heard whispers in warlock circles, but I never thought it was real. I’ve even fantasized about having it myself.

Winter Yes,” I said, voice cold, controlled, shaking with fury. “All of it. Every drop of your power. Every hybrid’s strength, siphoned. Do you feel it? Your magic weakening?” He snarled, hands sparking with dark energy. “You think you can stop me? You’re a child playing with fire you barely understand!” “I understand perfectly,” I snapped, stepping closer. My magic was feeding off his every spell, every unnatural act, every bit of cruelty. The hybrids fell one by one, their strength leaking, their bodies weakening, claws falling limp.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Since the trio already decided to accept the mission, they have already done their research, and this is what they found out so far based on the old accounts recorded on the books. In Dystopia, magic comes from previous lives' power. All the power and knowledge one gains in life are passed onto new life through reincarnation, so those fortunate enough to be reincarnated through a powerful life are given great powers. Wars have been fought in the past in an attempt to shift knowledge from one nation to another. By killing powerful people of one nation and making sure there is much birth in another, chances of reincarnation of powerful souls are higher in the latter.

“It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she reached her magic into him and tried to take the power of his spirit into her. But it was more difficult than she t

I guess my girls gave him a little more than he bargained for. He apologized profusely, saying that he didn’t know what happened. I told him not to apologize, magic is alluring. It is intoxicating in its own sense. ‘It is because he has power of his own power, but with men it won’t manifest until they are nineteen. He just doesn’t know that he has power but he will when he wakes up.’ Zinnia giggles in my head. ‘What do you mean he will when he wakes us?’ I ask.