Questions About Magic Novels & Stories

Asher asked. I almost, almost looked up into his face then. That was such an odd question, that I was this close to breaking my cardinal rule. Magic was for rich people. People who could afford to have others heal them. To have steady meals and secure nights. Not street trash. Not me.

Rarer cases can use magic at sixteen. The magic types in this world are water, fire, air, earth, light, and darkness. The strongest magic is darkness but it is also the most dangerous one since it can corrupt the user if they are not careful enough. Light magic is something that people can use but not a lot. When someone does have light magic they are usually seen as some form of luck bringer or whatever bullshit some religious asshole tells everyone.

Helen told, "and to do that we must visit a clinic that have the technology to identify your magical ability." "What do you mean by magical ability?" "Magical ability are elements, and to make it precise there are seven elements in magic; fire, water, earth, thunder, air, light and darkness." "A person can have one to four elements, and both light and darkness are the rarest of the seven." Helen added. "What if a person have more than four elements?" "That is not possible, dear, our body can only carry four elements. No one, not even a single soul ever have that kind of gift."

“If you know how she did the trick, then it isn’t magic anymore.” Madeline leaned back slightly. “That doesn’t mean it was ever magic.” Marc frowned. “Yes, it does.” “No.” “Yes.” Madeline placed one hand against the floor beside her. “Marc.” “What?” “Magic is something supernatural.” Marc considered this, I could see him thinking. Madeline waited. Then Marc shook his head again. “No.” Madeline stared at him. “No?” Marc looked completely certain of himself. “Nothing counts as magic unless it surprises you.”

“Well it consists of more…much more training to control and use magic…” “Magic, what magic?” I interrupted her again before I could stop myself. (Magic? Is that good or bad?) She breathed out a sigh and seemed to grow older. “Mm, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently like a child expecting a scolding.

“Magic is real?” Kieran, who was already moving toward a central oak table, didn’t even look back. “Not in the way you’re thinking of it,” he replied, his voice low and matter-of-fact. “There aren’t really witches with pointy hats casting spells from cauldrons. But there are… energies. Forces that predate humanity. Our kind, and others, can learn to channel them. It requires focus, intent, and rituals. It’s certainly not about waving a wand ”

“This is Veronica Ruiz. The woman from the bookstore reached out to me about your... inquiry.” “Oh!” My heart thudded in my chest. “Yes, thank you for calling. I—” “Let’s skip the pleasantries,” she interrupted. “You want to learn magic, don’t you?” “Yes,” I said quickly. “Then let me be clear. This won’t be easy. Magic isn’t a game or a hobby. It’s a discipline, a way of life, and it demands everything from you. Most people start when they’re children, not... adults.”

Lex Magic has a pleasant natural smell. It’s a mix of the forest with the woody scent of trees and the sweetness of berries. The smell lingers around the castle and grounds as the High Priestess sets up the wards around the area. I watch as a canopy of light is built in the sky only visible during the night.

"The seven magics are part of Earth, but they also exist everywhere. And Polonias used the magics from - " "Stop. Holy hell. Just stop. Please." I rubbed the sides of my head. This was too much. I didn't want to hear anymore. But I had one more question. "Quilla said something that leads me to believe my mom and dad aren't really my mom and dad. Am - " I trailed off. It seemed too impossible. Saying the words felt like I would make them come true. Pops shook his head. "That's not a question I can answer. You should ask Quilla. Or better yet, your mom and dad. They have the answers you seek."

The light made his skin look bluish. “Thank you everyone for being here. I am sure you all have a lot of questions. Unfortunately, I am unable to tell you more. You are here for answers, answers that can only be provided by a test. I will impress upon you one thing, never confuse magic with science. Magic is a force, science is a discipline.” An older roughneck from the oil patch asked, “What if we don’t want to take your test? Who are you to tell us how to raise our children.”