Shades Of Magic Series Novels & Stories

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

From a table nearby, Viktor replies, “They are called Shades…those specifically were some of The Riders. They use dark magics, similar to shadow magic, but more vile.” “I have heard that term before,” Malleus says. “Me too, and I don’t like it! I don’t like them being so close to our borders,” Kaiya says.

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

“Not good that he wants to strangle you. Just… good to know. I wasn’t sure if you were like… best friends or partners or… I don’t know.” Domenico’s lips twitched upward again. “Brothers. For better or worse.” I nodded, feeling braver now that I hadn’t been kicked out or glared at yet. And because my mouth clearly had a death wish, the second question tumbled out before I could stop it. “And… why do you always wear shades? Even inside?” Another beat of silence. Longer this time. Heavy enough to make my stomach twist a little. Domenico’s fingers stilled against the counter.

And its eyes, god, its eyes were empty voids that seemed to swallow light. A Shade. I'd heard stories. Creatures from the void between worlds. Summoned by dark magic. Nearly impossible to kill. And Morgessa had just called one into the throne room. "What have you done?" Caspian's voice was horrified. "What needed to be done." Morgessa was already backing toward the exit. "The Shade has one purpose. One target. The false queen. It won't stop until she's dead. And nothing, not even a lycan king, can protect her from it."

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.

Thank you so much for coming along with me on this adventure. This first book has proven to be extremely difficult. I’m sure you’re wondering if Sierra’s journey will end here, or what Zaiden will discover in Queen Esme’s journal. Well, I won’t keep you waiting too long. I will reveal all this and more in the novels that follow. Order of the Ambersky Pack Series: 1. Wolves & Magic (completed) 2. A Dark Revenge (TBD)

During their talk they didn't realise that way beneath them, in the farthest garden where Alexis and Hector studied, something interesting was happening. "That's impossible!" Hector argued back to an equally enraged Alexis. "Then how did that happen?" She roared back, pissed that he so easily wrote her words off as a lie. "It couldn't have. There's no way that would happen! This is shadow magic we're speaking about. It's rare Alexis. The Empire only sees three users every year" Hector was basing it off facts. It was how he usually did things and it seemed like the only sensible way. But, he had to admit, Alexis had a crazy amount of mana which seemed to turn to just about any shade that woul

But set against black fur, her eyes don't look like murky green swamp water, they almost glow to a jade. Mak and her team are out surveying The Darkness making sure it hasn't grown. Mak is always worried that she will come back with bad news, but in over 1,300 years The Darkness hasn't grown. Everyone knows about the prophecy, some screaming birds, a tree, fated mates returning, and the return of the royal family. Mak is always talking about some new theory of the prophecies coming true, but it never really concerned me. Everyone is taught the prophecy in primary school:

Ignored the Alphas. It went straight for the palace. “It’s going for Paige!” Azriel shouted, breaking into a run. He didn’t make it in time. The shadow surged toward Paige, rising tall and twisted, its form warping as ancient symbols glowed faintly within it. The air screamed. Paige stepped forward. “Stop,” she said calmly. Magic exploded outward. A blinding wave of silver and deep blue energy slammed into the shadow, shredding it apart with a sound like tearing fabric. Paige’s eyes glowed, her hands steady despite the power pouring through her.