Practical Magic Aunts Novels & Stories

The elders shook their heads in disbelief because they have hope never to have anything to do with the forest that has existed only in their folklores till now. Warriors have to be summoned immediately from the 11 clans in Afugiri, the bravest and then they’ll be coached and sent to fetch these magic beans. When the Elders were done, the Oracle came and fortified them with spiritual powers and gave them some instructions and elements to us when confronted with certain kinds of creatures, mermaids, and evil spirits and warned them on the ‘Dos and Don’ts’ of certain lands they’ll be crossing on their way to the forbidden forest.

asked Uncle Crin, and he wouldn’t look at me if he didn’t just stay with Aunt Pneona. Aunt Pneona looked at me, unsure of what was going on or what my uncle would do. “Let go of my niece,” Aunt Pneona said, and Myxy was taken by Uncle Crin while Hover didn’t know what to do. He still couldn’t take his eyes off of Aunt Pneona. “Isn’t your uncle crazy?” Titus whispered. “I don’t know,” I answered. “Isn’t Aunt Pneona using magic?” “No, I didn’t,” Aunt suddenly answered while we were just looking at Uncle Crin.

Even Uncle Callum became like a father figure to me. Apart from the training, I learnt the fundamentals of magic with the help of Aunt Doreen. I was told she was a hybrid. Her mother was a sorcerer and she inherited the magic from her. She didn't share the same mother with my mother. That made me think about George and it hurts to see how much he hated me. If only we could be like my mother and Aunt Doreen. With the help of Aunt Doreen, I learnt a lot about magic and herbs.

I didn't know why that was nor how to solve it. I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn’t see Aunt Cordelia until I was nearly slamming into her back. "Hey there dear. Where's your mind at?" She said clasping my shoulders in her hands. I blinked looking up only to realize that I had somewhat strayed from the path home and I was now at the training grounds. I looked around and noticed that Aunt Cordelia was standing there watching a group of young recruits practice their magic. She seemed to have taken up that task more frequently lately, a task she had taken up to honor Uncle Ro, as she said

The banquet hall erupted in chaos. Elaine screamed in disbelief, "Nolan, what did you just call her? How can this woman possibly be your aunt?" Nolan helped me up from the floor and replied impatiently, "Why can't she? This is my Aunt Betty! I won't mistake my own aunt!" The comments went wild: [No way! She really is the male lead's aunt? This is a disaster for the sweetheart!] [Oh my, so she's the youngest daughter in the family. Those are usually doted on by the whole family. The male lead might get punished too, not just the sweetheart!]

Mom explained, and Aunt Hazel acknowledged with a nod and directed a gentle smile at me. Mom suddenly snapped her fingers to catch everyone’s attention. “Time to start working now.” She glanced at the heap of cloaked men slumped on one corner, waved her hand, and they all disappeared. Aunt Hazel released half-suppressed laughter, “Now we’re talking. I missed this,” she screeched as she rubbed her hands together as if she was about to do something devilish.

Belina scoffed, her voice laced with venom. Rose, standing nearby, snorted with disgust. “Goodness, Uncle Damien married a devil like himself.” Jeana couldn’t help herself. “That wretch used to be your son’s girlfriend, Aunt Belina,” she sneered, her words dripping with spite. Belina gasped, looking at Aaron with shock and disbelief. “Aaron… is that true?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Aaron’s face hardened, the anger in his eyes barely contained. “She’s a nobody’s mother. I know her well,” he muttered, turning away from them, unable to bear the looks of pity or judgment.

I forced a faint smile and was about to say something when Uncle Randy snatched the notebook from my hands. "Randy, what's so interesting about that ledger? You should be worrying about me instead!" Aunt Leah's voice shot up as she saw Uncle Randy snatch the notebook. Her face turned even paler—whether from pain or panic, it was hard to tell. Her reaction made me suddenly aware that something felt off.

“Get it together,” I whispered, noticing that my meat had begun to rise just by the thoughts of her. This was my aunt. My mother’s older sister. A married woman. Even if her husband never seemed to be around. Even if her eyes lingered a little too long on me when we talked. Even if her voice softened every time she said my name. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing slowly, trying to unclench the tightness rolling through my body, I unzipped my shorts and beat my dick hard,

She doesn’t say anything, just continues to flip through the book and show me different spells until my parents re-enter the living room. “Who wants cake?” my mom singsongs as she enters the room. “I do!” I cry. “I will take you up on that offer,” Aunt Shanna replies. We both stand up and I race into the kitchen ahead of the adults. Sitting on the table is a large cake covered in blue icing. Piped on top are the words ‘Happy Birthday Arielle’. I grin widely as I scramble up onto my chair, still trying to act like a child. Dad cuts the cake and serves pieces for everyone while Shanna and Mom sit down. Aunt Shanna, Mom, Dad, and I eat the cake together. Then, they give me presents to open. Mom