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I just needed to learn to control this shit so I didn't accidentally do anything I would regret. “It will be difficult, and you will fail, many times. But I’ll never give up on you, darling.” He said softly, as he took my hands in his, leaving my palms up, and we started my first real lesson. "Magic isn't something you can force. It has to flow free. It's all energy, my love. You know some of this, as you explained it to my brothers at TwentyOne. You can’t force it, you must will it. I know you have a small grasp on what that entails, but this might help. Imagine your energy as a light flowing through your body. Let's use green light since the fireball is already green. You need to channel t

The elements exist in this realm, along with the natural magic they carry. I gazed down at my own hands, seeing the thin, golden threads pulse and quiver. Hesitantly, I let the magic within me pour free. I wove the threads of shimmering magic together, hissing when they unraveled or fell short. It seemed the more I thought about it, the harder it became to intertwine those threads. It took me a few tries to clear my mind completely, and simply let the magic course through me.

​Laura closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, tuning her dual-toned perception to the subtle energetic frequencies of the stone beneath her boots. Sure enough, she could see faint, glowing crimson threads of archaic magic webbing across the courtyard floor, designed to trigger a catastrophic magical collapse if disturbed. ​Using precise, delicate movements, Laura channeled her dual-toned energy, weaving subtle shadow threads that safely neutralized the trip wires one by one, clearing a safe path straight toward the inner keep.

My magic rises from deep within me, smoother than it ever has before. Like it has been waiting for me to call it, magic flares from me in controlled amounts. Gold and white light flickers at the edges of my vision as I lift my hands and each wave I release works to follow the things I draw in the air, "Conceal me." Sigils form in the air beneath my fingers. "Send prying eyes away." The words leave my lips firmly and magic answers back. It ripples outward, spreading through the trees like a blast of wind.

My magic rises from deep within me, smoother than it ever has before. Like it has been waiting for me to call it, magic flares from me in controlled amounts. Gold and white light flickers at the edges of my vision as I lift my hands and each wave I release works to follow the things I draw in the air, "Conceal me." Sigils form in the air beneath my fingers. "Send prying eyes away." The words leave my lips firmly and magic answers back. It ripples outward, spreading through the trees like a blast of wind.

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

“We call it the Carnality, the purest form of magic sexual pain and pleasure.” Adam knew from the experiences he had gone through that magic involving sex was a dangerous magic. “It is a very powerful magic as you have come to realize,” Terra said as he walked side by side. “And it is your energy that his mostly keeping the magic here going.” “That black table in Priscillia’s room with purple lights,” Adam recalled. “What does it do?” “It stores orgasmic energy,” Terra replied. “And orgasmic energy is one if not the most powerful of all energies.”

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.

"Your magic is tied to your emotions, but it also has its own rhythm and flow. You need to learn to synchronize with it. Close your eyes again, and this time, don't try to cast a spell. Just feel the magic within you and around you. Sense its ebb and flow." I closed my eyes, focusing on the gentle hum of the forest, the pulse of energy beneath the surface of everything. I felt the magic like a current, flowing through me and the world around me. It was a living, breathing force, not something to be commanded, but to be understood and respected. Sylvia’s voice was a soothing guide. "Good. Now, imagine yourself as part of that flow. Let go of any tension, any fear. Just be." As I sank deeper i

When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned on its own. "First lesson of the Seven Magics Academy," Pops said, eyeing me. "You must never touch any of the pages in the books in this room. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration." "Then, how?" I began, putting my hands at my sides so I wouldn't accidentally touch one. "Like this." He smiled, then leaned in close to the book. "Chapter One," Professor Pops said. The book instantly flicked to the page that said Chapter One.