Science Magic Novels & Stories

Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell - Walter Scott _______________ Magic made my nose itch. The green, brown herbal powder was charged with it when Sara had finished working the spell. I never thought magic would’ve been so tangible before today. In all of Balric’s memories of it, I had never remembered such a feeling. It chilled me to the bone or maybe that came from sitting in the wet earth, surrounded by a damp, chilly fog of the very early morning.

“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 ”

He hurriedly added, before I could pick up the hammer. “Even the assistant, I haven't seen their faces. They were always cladded in dark-pure robes from head to toe. When they supplied the magic to us, one would stand at the door, the other will be the one to supply the magic according to the amount we paid.” He explained. “And how do you get the magic in you? Does it come as a substance or what?” Dimitri asked this time. “In a purple smoke. If you purchase little, you'll be absorbed in small purple smoke. If you purchase many, the larger the smoke. The smoke appears from a seed they drop on the ground.” He revealed.

I hope we don’t get caught. Over the last two days, Conor and I had been talking about the secret techniques available to Mages and the few forbidden spells that no Mage was supposed to ever use. It had made me feel a bit nervous to even talk about my techniques. I was relieved that he wasn’t upset that I didn’t tell him about them to begin with, but it did interest him. Now that we were alone, I was more willing to go into detail. “I don’t know much about the other types of specialty magics. But Death magic is the most serious of the secret magic techniques. It can halt a life at the utterance of a couple words as you saw several weeks ago. And if I really wanted to, I could shatter a soul.

she demanded, lifting her head slightly to look at us. I turned my head toward her, arching a brow. "What good stuff?" I asked, because clearly, I had missed the memo. "You know," Maggie said, waving a hand vaguely. "The real magic. The cool spells. The things that make witches, you know, powerful." Ashton let out a breathless chuckle. "You mean the stuff you saw in those movies?"

“So, you think that your boss is a young dude?” Diana asked whilst on our stroll. I had asked her first if it was possible for magic to make someone younger, voice and all. She had nodded, but had admitted that she didn’t know anyone in the community that did that. It’s a banned magic actually, since it involves sacrifices of human blood to stay young. I told her then of the call. She still found it funny. She believed that either I heard wrong, or the person speaking was the secretary, one of the assistants in the store I would be working in.

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

A look of disgust came to his face. “Our magic is based on nature and the elements. We can control the weather and use nature to create things by manipulating the very smallest of molecules,” he said while spreading his fingers before himself. Tiny snowflakes fell from his fingertips and my mouth curled. Creasing my brow I stood and went outside onto the patio. Breaking off a small twig from the pot-planted bush I rolled it in my palm. “I can make a cane using my magic Rinn, don't you think?” “I don't see any reason why you couldn't,” she chortled back in my mind.