Practical Magic Aunts Novels & Stories

And while we are on our way to where Roanoke is, Aunt Kyndra will begin to teach me how to control my magic. Aunt Kyndra just said something that would really help me control my magic. That every time I feel my magic will go out of control, I should think of happy thoughts and everything will be alright. I wanted to laugh when she said that. I could not stop thinking about the children's book that I had read when I was little. Happy thoughts. Well, I wanted to fly, to be free, to feel the breeze, to see the beautiful view below, everything. But what Aunt Kyndra said had a point. Maybe I would try to think happy thoughts if I go ballistic again.

“We can worry about Khalid’s first impression with the vampire clan later. We should focus on having a plan in place for dealing with the magic.” Aunt Sarael chided as we walked into her home. It was bigger than her place in Eugene. It looked more like a home meant for a family.

"It isn't an illusion. It's the magic of the seven combined with one of aunt Cindy's potions." "Ohhh." Aunt Cindy used to teach at the Seven Magics Academy. Gabe did too for a while, but when Cindy became pregnant, they decided to live in Polonias for a time. It was quieter, less volatile. She and Gabe had two children now. Elsa and Ana. I'd met them a few times. They were sweet, though one possessed much more power than the other. "How long will the spell last?" "These are our bodies until we take Cindy's reversal potion." Peter patted his stomach. "It's nice to have a six pack again." He chuckled.

It was glowing green. “Morning.” He greeted me with a smile. My palms began to sweat. My mom was holding a scroll glowing with a darker green. She was reading something. She muttered a word under her breath and dad stepped out of the way. Mom thrust her hand forward and the blue ball floated and it tried to get out of the grip. Its flame was slowly burning out. My mom screamed an incantation and she fisted her hand. The ball disappeared in a thin smoke. “Morning, dear.” My mom said putting the scroll down. I felt my skin burning. She turned to dad.

They were irresistibly adorable, yet their innocence often led them into trouble. Like the time they changed Aunt Arona’s ceremonial robe to purple because they thought it suited her better. I still chuckle at the memory. Aunty had nearly fainted—no matter how much magic she used, the color wouldn’t return to normal. It must have been because they were witch-nymphs and their magic worked differently. They had possessed magic since they were little. As they grew, their features became more nymph-like—their beauty crafted to entice, to draw men in. And I had fought against those urges for as long as I could.

She looked at me without a word, spreading her legs even wider, her fingers moving faster and faster. "Aunt Maggie?" I called again when she didn't answer. And then—a fountain burst forth, soaking my bedsheets. I stared, dumbfounded. She collapsed weakly against the back of the chair, letting out relaxed, panting breaths. Her body glistened with sweat and sticky fluid, unbearably alluring. I was painfully swollen, nearly bursting. I begged, "Aunt Maggie, please help me too. Even if it's just your hand…" Calmly, she pulled her panties back on and said, "Don't get any crazy ideas, you brat. I'm your aunt."

"Her magic can awaken the soul of the land and speak with our ancestors." Awaken the soul of the land? I poured my soul into this land! "So," I looked at the three of them, my voice turning to ice. "You're making an outsider the High Priestess… and throwing your Luna to the wolves?"

A silence louder than the train stretched among us, and I felt like I had pushed a bit too far, until my Aunt broke the silence. “We plan to do that, “ she began, then looked around the table like she wanted confirmation before continuing, “None of them or you are responsible for what others have done.” What she said is true. I've met the brothers, despite our business deal, and spoken briefly to their grandmother. They seem like friendly people, though they have greedy people around them. Pa's voice pulls me out of my daze. “We will make things right in due time.” Nodding in agreement, Mom said, “ Yes.” She looked down at her hands on her lap. “ I wish I knew what happened to my daughter.”

"What's going on?" "Brene," my aunt's voice sounds strained, "they think you have magic because of what happened at the school." My mouth hangs open, then I laugh. "That's ridiculous." I try to wave a hand out, but the metal handcuff clanks against the bed frame. My aunt and the men shrink back from my movement as if I brandish a gun. "If I had powers then they would have manifested way before this." I shake my head. "And I would know- my aunt and relatives would know."

Elle’s POV continued.. Elle and Hilda made their way to the great room, the great room was filled with pictures of women that Aunt Hilda had always called sisters, some sisters came from far away and some were of blood relation. Each sister’s picture that hung on the wall had a saying in Latin underneath magicae nos servabit, “Magic will save us.” But, Elle never really understood what it meant exactly. Why had they needed saving in the first place? The great room was huge. Besides the portraits on the walls there were mini tables and chairs everywhere and a roaring fireplace in the middle of the room. When Elle was younger she had memories of sitting in front of that fireplace listening to