Sphen And Magic Novels & Stories

The dark wolf kept appearing in my dreams. As the years stretched on, Shawn and I transitioned from carefree children to young adults. Shawn now possessed an aura of mystique and power, his silver hair wavy to suit his sharp features and piercing blue eyes. Shawn's eyes are a piercing sapphire blue, reflecting the depths of his magical prowess and the icy determination that lies within. Shawn's magical abilities became more mysterious as they were potent. Born of the pure bloodline of the Silver shade Pack, he possessed a rare gift for harnessing the elemental forces of nature, wielding them with precision and finesse.

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?!

Zarina exhaled deeply and said, “Alright, then. I will seal the bond. If anyone wants to step out, now is the chance. Once the spell is cast, our lives will be bound together. We can’t hurt each other till we find the ‘Heart of Magic.” “Meredith, if you don’t want…” I started saying but she placed her finger on my lips. “There should at least be one more person who can represent us.” “True… ‘Code Red’ is based on fair agreement. I will act as a mere binder in this process. Aslan and Tyson will represent the dragons while Caleb and Meredith will represent the werewolves.” Zarina said and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled like flower petals in the wind as she chanted the spell. Golden light e

The sphere caught up with them in no time at all. Saxon took his first defense stance since the beginning of the fight. He stretched forth both of his hands and a massive magic circle came into being. The magic circles looked like a bulls-eye with hundreds of runes within each ring. Flames billowed out of the magic circle and formed a 100 meter long Red Dragon Snake that coiled his body around the cube protecting everyone inside.

Although the Sow Magic Spell was powerful, it had limitations too. Based on Philip’s strength, he could only control two practitioners of the same level as him. Therefore, Philip selected six physique builders and sowed the magic seeds. Four of them were eight-star practitioners while the other two were at the early stage of nine stars. The six people left Verge Tower with Philip. There was a trace of excitement on their faces because they were finally able to leave that boring place. They tried to melt the magic chain in Verge Tower day and night, which was really scary to think of now.

Kitty nodded. "But then they would --" Erebus gasped in plaint, "That's why their number are so limited!" "Yes. Because the stronger they are, the less likely they would die, and therefore with time goes on, less magic is shared in the whole world." Kitty said. "And that's how only thirteen families of magic basically set the roles for the magical world." Erebus said with a frown, "The spell!" "Yes." Kitty said calmly. "All spell." Erebus asked in a narrative tone.

What is unusual are the guns that are pointed at us. "You dare to set foot in our territory? You must have a death wish," said a man. So we quickly removed the hoods of what we were wearing except for Raven. "We are from Magisch Academy. The Headmistress sent us to convince you to ally with us in the coming war," said Zach.

The air shimmered with an unspoken connection, and Magdalene's eyes bore the weight of centuries as she prepared to unveil another layer of the ancient tapestry. "Jette," Magdalene began, her voice carrying the resonance of ancestral echoes, "there are truths that transcend the boundaries of ordinary understanding. Our lineage, intertwined with magic and mysticism, carries with it a unique aspect—one that defines our connection to nature and the forces that shape our existence."

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

They both leave quietly, and we are alone in front of the grove. Something tickles my nose and I sneeze. Saelyna sneezes as well, and then I sneeze again. Our eyes meet and we break out in light laughter. 'It's beautiful', she says, when she stops chortling, 'I've never seen them like this, unchecked…free for the taking. It's ours, Cyran, we can channel the magic again!' 'Yeah, well…YOU can channel the magic. I can't. Never tried it'. Which isn't entirely true. I still remember blasting Ima across the yard when she scratched my foot. The magic still lurks there, locked away and I don't intend opening it anytime soon.