Practical Magic House Blueprints Novels & Stories

It contained maps and blueprints of every single property the Blotters had ever owned. They were all bound together, so there was no way to take the Manor’s blueprints out of the book, not even to make a copy of them. So we took several pictures of them for later printing. However, both Brandon and I wanted to take a good look at the originals, so we asked her for a magnifying glass. While she went to get it, he set the camcorder on his tripod across the table, making me place two chairs very close to each other in front of the open book. Not like I would complain about sitting arm to arm with him, right?

Basic Classes: Magical Philosophy — How to think like a powerful being. Forbidden History — Secrets no one else knows. Ritual Architecture — How to build magic spaces. Ethics & Corruption — What happens when you go too far. Bloodfire Combat & Binding — Duels, Contracts, loyalty, and power. The Art of Influence — Magic through words, emotions, or seduction. Each title stirred nostalgia in me. I felt like I knew them by heart. Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s:

Every scene has to feel alive—the characters, the tension, the moments that make you hold your breath. That's why I will not rush the process. I want Edith and Drake's story to unfold in a way that feels authentic, immersive, and deeply emotional—not just words on a page, but a journey you experience with them. So, when I return to Finding the Heart of Magic, it will be with my complete focus and creative energy, ensuring that every chapter is worth the wait. Stay patient, dear readers—"Finding the Heart of Magic" will be back soon! Until then, thank you for being part of this journey. I look forward to bringing Edith and Drake's story back to life for you! Much love, Mirto

“Isn’t it beautiful?” “It’s a little… small, isn’t it?” Nuthatch asked. I tried not to laugh. I’d already had this conversation with the head mage. “No, it’s not,” she insisted. “It’s perfect.” “Okay, then.” Nuthatch took the blueprints he’d been holding and uncurled them, using his magic to make them hang in the air in front of the place where Mage Jaye wanted me to create the school. “There you are, Harlow. Get to work, dear,” Mage Jaye cooed, patting me on the arm. This was about the first pleasant thing she’d ever said to me, and it was only because she wanted me to do her bidding.

I ordered as I backed up and looked at him. He had to do it perfect. Within seconds he had the magic coming out of the book. I watched as Black-ish blue light flowed into his hand. I had never seen dark magic used from this book so I had to remind myself I needed to concentrate and keep us connected. I just had to pray that our soul bond didn't mend itself because of this.

That sneaky bastard! She calmed the erratic beat of her heart and closed her eyes. Although she was nervous, she recalled all the lessons that her father taught her about magic. He did not teach her any offensive or defensive spells yet. But he taught her about controlling mana. Minerva opened her eyes. Her blue jeweled eyes glimmered with resolution. She raised her left hand and pointed at the man with the eyeglasses. She saw his eyes twitching and was about to launch his attack. His right hand was glowing with grey mana. She waited for him to be closer for a bit before she clenched her stretched hand and muttered.

Let me check it] She then taking back the contract detail on my hand. Her face turn pale and looked at me. "You won't say that you pull the wrong contract right?" I then ask her that with a happy smile. She looked at me with an accusing look. [Che. Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory."

A bead of sweat trickled down Sia's temple, a cold shiver running down her spine as she relived that night of utter devastation. The memory of the Blue Tower branch in Wizard City, once a bastion of arcane knowledge and power, reduced to rubble by a single, seemingly unassuming individual, still sent a tremor of fear through her. The magic Ethan had wielded that night was unlike anything she had ever encountered. A Grand Domain, a feat of mastery that amplified his elemental spells to unimaginable levels. And woven into this tapestry of raw power was a subtle yet devastating thread of gravity magic.

Now, it was time to put that practice to use. The color of the magic is a purplish-blue. I close my eyes and reach out, feeling for the power, starting with Beta Trevor. I feel the blackness of his twisted soul first. I don’t know if it was his daughter’s death that caused it or if he was always this depraved. It doesn’t matter. I separate the color of magic from him, pulling it to me. Then, once I have the feel of it, I reach out to everyone in my pack, reaching for the witches fighting against them.

Loria’s POV The kitchen was massive, tucked behind double swinging doors just off the main corridor. Stone hearths lined one wall. Rusted pots hung above ancient counters, and there were at least six iron stoves—none of them functional. A few dry wooden prep tables sat in the center, warped by time and age. “This is going to take some serious energy,” I said, frowning. Simon stepped up beside me. “Let’s do it together.” We didn’t speak after that. Our magic rose, golden and white, the tendrils of it curling outward like fingers searching for understanding. I focused on the structure—stability, purpose, cleanliness. Zerina poured power through me like a second heartbeat.