Science Magic Novels & Stories

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

The magic coalesced into a radiant sphere above my palm, its luminescence casting a soft, comforting glow. Closing my eyes, I created a mental picture of Vincent using magic to control Tarr. Vampires used blood magic, so I visualized red threads projected by Vincent, the threads tied on different parts of Tarr’s body—his wrists, knees, ankles, head. Tarr was a puppet to Vincent who controlled those threads. The magical sphere pulsed with intensity, responding to the urgency of my intent.

Amara POV Magic has a smell I’ve come to find out. Not sweet like flowers or sharp like steel, but thick and metallic, like rain striking hot stone and turning instantly to steam. It fills the ritual chamber long before the circle is finished, curling into the air until each breath tastes faintly of iron and old secrets. Sybil moves with quiet precision across the stone floor, chalk dust clinging to her fingertips as she finishes the last looping sigil etched into the ground. Symbols spiral outward from the center like a spiderweb drawn by a creature that understood geometry better than mercy.

Walking over to Rebecca, he helped her up. “Pardon?” asked Ruby. “You heard me. With your trash skills you still dare take the challenge.” “Pfft.” “What energy level are you?” Ruby frowned. Kevin said, “Ruby, every magician can use magic to active spells. Basically, anyone can use spells base on their energy level. Spiritual powers are individual users who uses specific creatures, items, themes, etc.” Ruby looked at him with a pretend confusion.

Spells danced across the pages, their whispers resounding through the stillness of the room. And then, a glimmer of understanding pierced the veil of my consciousness. The words on the scrolls converged, forming a picture of ancient rituals and forgotten incantations. A surge of anticipation coursed through me. I had found it—the key to unlocking the dormant magic within. I had found the only object that could take away and give magic blood. The Belvidere Illinois Amulet. It is a Red amulet that has magic blood stored inside it. If I could find it and have it as mine then I would be able to save everyone.

Arriving at the workshop, everyone glanced at the many abandoned artifacts… "Amazing, so many pieces of advanced magic technology…" said Natalia. "Magic technology?" asked Chaos curiously. "Oh, have you not been introduced to such a concept, my lord? Well, you see… Most of the highly advanced magic stuff and items are made through the scient called Magic Technology. It also combines Alchemy with advanced technology created using both magic and the phenomenon of the entire world and universe, often named physic laws," said Natalia.

- I ask. —Truth is, I hope you tell me. Hopefully, it will be a book that contains the spells and recipes of a very powerful sorceress. —A sorceress? - I repeat, flustered. —Yes. One with whom you share family ties. He takes the book from me when he sees that I wince at its weight and we walk towards the couch. We seat down on it. — You see ... magic or the genes that make you susceptible to certain supernatural forces, are transmitted from generation to generation from mothers to daughters. In your family, by the way, the power is enormous. You are the last living descendant of the Sorceress who wrote this book.

~O~O~O~ After two weeks of meditating every chance she got, Sophia felt she was ready to give the Life and Death Magic a try. She almost lost her resolve when Helena explained how she was going to practice. Sophia knew that the magic speeds up the creation of new cells inside her body and even brings a near-dead person back as long as the person has magic in his channel left; however, she conveniently forgot the reason for needing those new cells. Helena’s idea was for her to stand still and let her shove a dagger into Sophia’s gut so she could give the magic a try. Sophia wasn’t at all reassured by the fact that her supervisor would be there to heal her if she failed.

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.”