Ship Of Magic Novels & Stories

The wind around them picked up, swirling with a supernatural force that made the boat groan under the strain. The sea responded to Laurie’s spell, the waves surging with renewed intensity, propelling the boat forward at an alarming speed. Archie gritted his teeth, his body stiff as he became the conduit of Laurie’s magic. The boat cut through the water like a knife, racing towards the distant shore with the enemy ship hot on their heels.

I designed armor that is made from reptile hide (rumored to be dragon) that would allow me to move freely but also protect against the jaws of the shifters. I'd managed to gather enough silver swords and daggers that were hidden in various places around the room. He wasn't going to shut me out of this fight. "If I'm going to be your Queen and Luna, how would it look if I weren't there?" I ask him. It's a low blow, but I know it's one he can't argue with. Ambrose squeezes my hand and sighs. "I need you to be safe," he says quietly. His voice is filled with fear, it softens me.

One remained, hovering, focused on his departing friends. My cue. I leaped over the edge of the transport, a little air magic boosting me up the five feet required to hop the tall side of the hull, landing softly in the middle of the Guard ship. The single soldier stood with his back to me, watching the fight. The small of his back bent awkwardly as my heavy boot landed with all the earth magic I could muster before he even realized we'd boarded. I'd intended to kick his ass off what was now my ship with that blow. Not send him flying twenty feet to crash into the backs of his fellow Guardsmen.

"Oh, he'd love to hear that! If his crew wasn't ridiculously superstitious, I bet he'd search the whole ocean floor for a sunken vessel to serve him!" "Is that so?" Katherine lifted her brows, perplexed. "Isn't it already enough that it can fly?" Granted, the hovering of the gigantic vessel wasn't completely 'flight' as the ship was only lifted by the water the Glaciar Coast's mages manipulated with much afford. It could also only be implemented for short periods close to a water source. For the unsuspecting viewer, however, it looked exactly as if the ship was flying. It was this practical feature that resulted in their journey back to civilization being much faster than the way to Loki's h

After everyone boarded the ship, Journey Doney also came over and said to everyone, "From this moment on, focus on everything." If something happened, don't be stingy with elixirs and magic weapons. Otherwise, you may lose your life. But don't worry too much. I'm Heavenly Spirit Realm, and I won't let you leave me alone. And believe me, it won't be too dangerous." Just as Journey Doney was speaking, the warship creaked and sailed. Although the warship was tattered and rotten, and the ship gang was riddled with holes, it was exceptionally fast and smooth when it truly sailed.

The girl is gorgeous until she sneers at me, her eyes looking me up and down. "Watch where you are going!" She shouts in the most dramatic way possible. "And what are you wearing? If you are a student, you need to wear the color of your house. Aren't you sorted yet?" "Sorted?" I ask. Two other girls are glaring at me from behind the blonde girl, clearly her little minions. They all wear the same blue cheerleading clothes, and blondie got pointy ears—definitely Fae. "At Magic Academy, there are four houses; each one represents an element—as you can see, we all belong in the house of water. It values beauty, but beauty doesn't seem important to you since you're wearing those clothes."

She chose not to tell him about Nomar and her mission here. When Beatrice finally spoke, everything came tumbling out. She told him of the book in the antique bookstore where she worked and about how she had read the spell that transported her here. She told him that since then, ske believed that magic existed. She also told him that the first time she had gone to the lake, as she put her feet into the water, she had gained some of the memories of Beatrice.

At the head of the fleet was the Dreadnought, a leviathan of steel that bore the sigil of a gear entwined with a broken lightning bolt. "They aren't using magic," Félix whispered, his hand shielding his eyes as we stood on the highest balcony of the restored Spire. "I can't feel a single spark of resonance from those ships, Emma. It’s just... dead weight." "It’s not dead, Lixie," I said, my kinetic senses screaming in a way I had never felt before. "It’s anti-magic. It’s a void that doesn't hunger—it just erases."

Small flickers of shadow appeared in corners where no light should reach. Killian felt it in himself, too. His magic was stronger than ever — shadows moved sharper, faster, more vicious than he’d ever commanded them. But each time he used it, he felt something else moving with him, watching through him. And he wasn’t sure if it was him commanding the darkness anymore… or the other way around. Rumours filtered in from beyond Harrow’s territory. The southern kingdoms had seen stars vanish from their skies. Ships in the northern harbours swore the sea itself rose against them, black waves swallowing fleets whole. In the east, a city of priests reported their sacred fires burning cold blue, thei

Except… the ocean wasn’t done. It started boiling with them. Half a dozen more Leviathans broke the surface, their tentacles whipping out of the black water to clamp onto the hulls of our surrounding phantom-ships. “Protect the fleet!” I screamed, my pureblood magic bursting awake like a furnace dragged into the world.