Practical Magic Aunts Novels & Stories

I want to start over as a new me, so I went to the province to My Aunt’s Ancestral House. I wasn’t really disappointed, Because the first time I set foot in Aunt Eli’s house was my cousin Mae’s face. She screamed like there’s no tomorrow, “ Cousin I miss you so much” Thank You for visiting us. I have many stories to tell you she said. My god I’m so excited you are in the right time because it’s our Barangay’s Fiesta. And has a lot of activities and games. And I’ll take you with me so you won’t get bored.

My real mama looked like she was about to throw up, and my real daddy's face was so angry I thought he might shift into his wolf form right there in the bedroom. But none of them moved to hit me or yell at me, which was different from what usually happened when I revealed things I wasn't supposed to know. "Riley," my real mama said, her voice shaky, "can you tell us more about Aunt Andy? About what she did to you?" I looked around the room again, still scared but starting to realize that maybe these people really weren't going to hurt me for telling the truth. "Aunt Andy is Mama Sophia's sister," I said quietly. "She lived with us sometimes, when Mama needed help with... with projects. She k

Yes, even softer than I imagined they would feel. “I love your hair, by the way,” I murmured, as I let my magic separate the curls and tame them. It was interesting to see how the green of my magic highlighted the blue in her hair. I pulled my magic back and patted her shoulders. She got up and looked in the mirror. She twisted and turned, taking the change in. Manipulation magic was perfect for hair. Aunty’s lady-in-waiting showed me that very early on in life. I even used it on my own. It was nowhere near as curly as hers, but it was still curly.

“I’m going to be an aunt to a niece!” “We’re all going to be aunts,” Zara points out. “I’m the oldest. I get special aunt privileges.” “That’s not how it works.” Faster than a thought, the girls dive into arranging things. First up — who watches her when? Then it shifts — someone shows her how to do stuff. Gifts come later — one of them always finds something better. Decisions stack without needing words. “Poor child doesn’t stand a chance,” Amon observes. “Six aunts and uncles spoiling her rotten.”

"Oh he had to leave," "Really? When did he go? I've just been put for a second," "Oh he used the window, " I said pointing to the open window. Aunt Estrella s eyes brows furrowed. "Strange fellow ain't he? Peanut?" She said handing me a cup of her famous tea. My aunts magic was in medicine and herbal products. I nodded still trying to muff out the laughter. *****End Of Flash Back*****

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?!

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

"Back to what we were talking about. What do you mean about mom not being blamed for what she did? As far as I can remember, she was just as mean and cruel as you were!" Pain flashed in my father's eyes again. "Actually, your mother is not to blame. I just found out that someone has been using dark magic on us all and for quite some time too!" He sits back as tears well up in his eyes. I have NEVER seen my dad cry before, so the sight before me was shocking. "Dad, what do you mean? How can we all have been manipulated by dark magic and who could have done it?" My dad meets my gaze. "The only witch that I know is powerful enough to pull this off is your aunt...Marth Campbell!"

Willow nods with a small smile. “With getting things wrong though lessons are learnt, aren’t they, Azalea? You learn what you did wrong and not to do it next time,” she reassures her, she’s a child and shouldn’t be feeling how she did. “I guess we could practice magic together,” Azalea grins gleefully. “Azalea, no,” Camille interrupts firmly, drawing the attention of the room. “Sorry, but Willow needs to concentrate on what she was guided to do by the ancestors, not play silly spell games with you.”

She just left a letter telling him not to worry, she will come back before sunset, otherwise, he will freak out. It took her a while just to get herself outside. The palace was so big that she can't even find the exit. She can't remember how many doors she has opened thinking it will lead her in the right direction. Ugh! I don't want to live in such a big place like this. Everything is just inaccessible. It was a perfect day with perfect weather. This place never fails to amaze her. It was very magical especially with those huge and small mushrooms that loom during the night. Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies-