Questions About Magic Novels & Stories

"Why me?" The mage’s lips curled into a thin smile, devoid of comfort. "That, my dear, is a question only the gods can answer. But I can tell you this—visions like yours don’t come without purpose. They are not random." "You’re being incredibly flaky and superstitious right now, Mage," I said, crossing my arms, my voice edged with disbelief.

Maybe they will be able to have answer to her questions. Aurora stood up from her bed and sailed out of her room as she walk to the parlour. "Mother; I have a question to ask you! She stated with all seriousness. " Hmmm what is it! Go ahead I'm all ears. Her mother replied giving Aurora her full attention. "Mother does any of our family members have magic? "Magic; no I don't think so honey! Where's that question even coming from at the first place? Her mother ask with a shock expression.

“Your pack is far more important and in a critical situation.” “Our pack. Both the Night Hunter and the Blood Moon Pack are in danger right now. What we need to focus on now is how to convince the members that I’m the real Kyle.” “I’ve already thought about that, by the way,” I replied. “I once asked Jeremiah if the magic they wield isn’t limited to spells or things invisible to the naked eye. They can even make everyone see the magic itself in plain sight.” Kyle looked at me seriously. “I don’t understand.”

Other academies soon opened throughout Velas, and as their numbers grew, so did their power. Magic was an infinite invisible force and was a part of everything. But it vibrated differently in a big tree and in a lifeless stone, in a light summer breeze and a small cheerful stream. The spark of each sorcerer was differently attuned to that resonance. By trial and error, wizards defined the nature of these resonances, their building blocks. Light, earth, air, water, life and death. One of the most famous theoretical magicians, Sefril Do-Ther, wrote a lengthy technical book on the nature of magic. Yet, in the end, it all came down to one simple truth: nature, in its infinite wisdom, also had an

Jane’s POV “What’s the difference?” I asked. From the tone of her voice I could tell that she was going to start preaching to me but I was beyond that. I didn’t want to hear her preachings. “Nothing,” she shrugged while folding her arms. “Magic is not some cool power you can use for an upgrade. It’s more than that. Magic is a lifestyle. With magic you can create and destroy. With magic you can build and take down. Magic can be beautiful and it can be ugly. You don’t want to have magic with an ugly soul. Take it from me, it is never a good sign.”

"You don't? Oh, good, well, you're absolutely right. My own particular brand of magic requires a strong sexual contact to channel the relevant spirits." Claire was amazed. "Really? I wondered why you stuck a finger up my cunt. I thought magic was all just trickery!" "Oh, well, a lot of it is and so is a lot my act. But I am also one of the very few true magicians. I wonder, Claire, whether I can trust you with my most intimate secrets?"

I never expected it to do more. “Why now?” Dagen demands. I meet his eyes finally. “Because if I didn’t… she would’ve killed me. Because you demanded I fucking fight and something, somewhere inside of me snapped and did what you asked!” Silence falls again. Dagen doesn’t look away, but something in his gaze shifts. Not anger. Not disgust. Something more dangerous. Curiosity. Calculation. “Magic like that,” Rael says, choosing his words carefully, “doesn’t just appear. It’s blood-bound. Lineage. Ancestral.”

She gave me a look that says she doubted that very much. I glanced at the smoking remains of the ritual. The air was heavy with the scent of burnt iron and ash. It clung to my lungs. “We’re running out of time.” “I know.” “No, you don’t. If this doesn’t work, I lose everything.” Lily walked over slowly, fixing me with those too-knowing eyes. “Maybe that’s why it isn’t working.” “What the hell does that mean?” “Intent, Enrique. Magic isn't just ingredients and words. It's will. Desire. And right now, the spell doesn’t know what yours is.”

"You found magic?" "Yes, it's not a type of magic I'm familiar with, but you do have magic inside of you." She let go of Holly and walked around until she was in front of her. "This magic is unlike any I've touched. I very much want to know what it is. It's not elemental, and it's not a matter of giving or taking from someone, so let's start investigating." "Shouldn't we let the others back in?" Holly asked as she glanced at the barrier.

The coffee in my hand was long forgotten when Zeke tapped the page, right where the word ‘Conjuration’ sat in bold, blood-red letters. “There are only seven types of magic, though. That’s all Cordelia and Rowena said existed.” I shook my head in denial, but the words were printed right in front of my face. Zeke bit down on his lower lip, his expression morphing into what I liked to call his ‘thinking face.’