Pure Magic Novels & Stories

Aryella asked, "The Purifying Pill you mentioned—what is it?" Sylvester explained, "Just like the name suggests. It purifies our bodies. It's way stronger than the Cursebane Pill. It not only suppresses the curse but slowly removes it over time. If the High Marshal can make it, we'll be finally free from Zonia Sect's grip."

Tristan shrugged, pretending he didn’t see the different mien when it came to Persephone. "Wow, I didn't expect it from her." Zadicus praised her, feeling proud to know her progress. "She is the Sage's daughter. Of course, she is extremely strong. One of a kind too, the purest fire user." Tristan added, which made all of them gasp. Only one percent of magic users are purest. Kriss and Persephone are one of them. Persephone can control fire at will. "What?!" Zadicus asked in disbelief. Tristan smirked at his reaction and nodded.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

"If we were to ask, Do you believe that alliances with other species weaken or threaten your kind? A red aura would suggest that the target strongly agrees with the Purists' ideals, believing that alliances with other species are a threat. They will likely be enemies or adversaries aligned with the Purists." She continued, "If the target's aura is green, they disagree with the Purists' ideals and support unity and cooperation among different species. They are likely to be an ally or someone who opposes the Purists. Finally, if their aura is grey, their response is ambiguous or conflicted, or they deliberately conceal their true beliefs. This might indicate uncertainty, deception, or a lack o

Julius screamed, a sound that shredded the air. ‎ ‎"You thought you could steal the magic," I said. "You thought you could drink the life of my mother, my people, my mate." ‎ ‎I pushed. ‎ ‎Not with my muscles. With my soul. ‎ ‎I pushed the Violet Light into him. ‎ ‎"Drink this," I commanded. ‎ ‎The light flooded his veins. It wasn't healing magic; it was purification. It chased away the shadows. It burned out the Wolfsbane. It incinerated the dark, twisted sorcery that held his mutated body together.

FARAH. As I completed the ritual, a swirling sensation enveloped me, and I found myself transported to a realm of otherworldly beauty and grandeur. It was as though I had stepped into a celestial palace, where the very walls radiated an ethereal luminance. The walls were constructed from shimmering moonstone, casting a soft, silvery glow that bathed the surroundings in an ever-present, gentle light. The moonstone was adorned with intricate celestial motifs, depicting stars, moons, and constellations that seemed to come to life, their brilliance twinkling with a captivating luminosity.

It dissolved into plumes of black smoke, which were purified into nothingness mid-air, not a single trace left behind. Eira tossed the now harmless pile of dry hay, all that was left of the poppet, straight into Vera’s face. “Open your damned eyes and look! This is purification power!” Eira’s gaze swept across the stunned elders, her voice ringing out with unshakable authority. “Could a dark sorceress purify dark energy?!” Dead silence.

I stood in black lace and open silk, breathing too fast. “Kneel.” The carpet was soft under my knees. My hands rested on my thighs the way I had practiced in the dark of my bedroom. “Ask me,” Marcus said, voice quiet and absolute. “Ask me to use the quiet out of you. Ask me to make you stop thinking.” The words left my mouth in a broken whisper. “Please. Use it out of me. Make me stop thinking. Make me yours until the noise is gone.” “Touch yourself. Slowly. Keep your eyes on me. You will not come until I allow it.”

The purifying blood inside my body suddenly starts boiling. When I open my eyes, pure golden light bursts out from every pore of my skin, slowly starting to erode the purple Council magic. The real war inside this White Tower has just hit its peak.

"They started appearing six months ago. Same cities Lin visited. Same patients she 'cured.'" "Cured of what?" "Identity." He sat across from me. Close enough to smell the ointment on his face. "She didn't fix them. She emptied them. Made space for her own patterns. Her own preferences." "Then filled them with herself." "Versions of herself." He corrected. "Copies aren't perfect. They degrade. First generation is closest. Then drift. By third, fourth—they're something else. Something hungrier." I thought of the video. The blonde girl. Smiling thanks.