Practical Magic Aunts Novels & Stories

She is undeniably talented. We finished our breakfast and it’s Meredith's turn to wash the dishes so she started casting a spell that made the dish cleaning materials move by their selves. Some people may think that using magic really can ease the work but to be honest, using magic consumes our energy. However, we are training to control our magic energy for the right use. However, it’s really hard for me to control it. The designer came after an hour and Aunt Louisa. We all lined up as she entered the mansion. “Greetings, Lady Dinea.”

What was he doing? She darted a look at her aunt; the woman was also looking at Anthony with furrowed eyebrows, her conversation with Sheila put to a halt. Esther had always had the feeling that her aunt never wanted boys around her. She still remembered the unlucky boy who had thought giving her a surprise visit, armed with flowers and chocolates, was romantic. It had been romantic until her aunt had suddenly returned from her trip to the forest to gather herbs to help with her magic concoction. The unlucky boy had gone home defecating on himself.

I smiled, picking up the book from my bedside table “I’ll also be reading all the diaries of past wizards that I can, whenever I have free time. This one seems especially interesting. It was written by my great-aunt. Uncle Kent gave it to me…” “Oh, you’re falling for Kent’s bullshit again.” she grumbled “You can try practicing all the spells written there, but if you’re not under the Goddess’s mercy, none of it will do any good. She’s the only one you should turn to for help, no matter what purpose you want to use your magic for.”

“It’s your turn, come here.” Hesitantly, Morrigan rises and makes her way over to her aunt. She closes her eyes as Jasira begins her magic, gently running her fingers through Morrigan’s hair and brushing it with an ivory comb. The care that she passes through her hands is very intentional, and it’s a sense of love that Morrigan can’t remember ever receiving.

My father says, referring to my Aunt Lil, he has always called her Red. The Raven is her pet Raven that her Grandmother gave her, Goddess knows how old it is but it’s still going strong. My Aunt can harness an animal and control them as if she is them. The old world would call it mage, it’s an old and very rare magic. It’s something only very few know about my Aunt as some call it black magic. “OK, so what is the mission, when do we leave and who is going?” I ask, my father leans back in his seat eyeing me for a moment before he crosses his arms.

Elara’s POV "You need to understand where it all began," my mother starts, while she helps apply ointment on my aunt's wounds. She mutters some incantations under her breath, stretching her hands over my aunt's chest. Yet again, like magic, her wounds disappeared. “Beautiful, isn’t it?’’ My aunt asked. “Scary’s more the word.’’ I admit, setting down the book. “Elara, you don’t have to be afraid of magic.’’

—and frowned. I smiled, wiggling my fingers at him. He rolled his eyes and stormed over to one of the tables, where he promptly sat down on the bench with a huff and laid his head on his arms. My aunt leaned close, dropping her voice so only I could hear. “I hope you’re prepared to do what’s necessary.” I shot her a look. “I can handle it.” “This is a far more serious matter than a fake pregnancy,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “This sort of magic is already prohibited by the Council. Furthermore, as a non-mage, you shouldn’t be using magic at all.”

Thankfully, Auntie moved past it to refocus the conversation. “What’s so peculiar about this situation is the mate bond between Theo and both you and Eva.” She drummed her fingers on her chin. “It sounds like old magic; I’ll need to go back to the magical libraries to do more research.” I couldn’t help the gratitude that was surely written all over my face as we locked eyes. Auntie smiled softly at the sight of it. “Your parents would be so proud of you – both of them,” she emphasized, even as I doubted my father would be so proud.

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

Chapter 1 I was staring blankly at the window in my Aunt’s Ancestral House. While my hands are trembling , It’s started when I realized what time is it. It's three o'clock in the morning already. "Fucked!" I cursed, I wish I didn’t go with them. "Kelsy, will you relax?" My cousin Mika said , I glanced at her but I cant. I was tapping my phone because I was so tensed this time and I told them that I wanted to go home.