Tale Of Magic Series Novels & Stories

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

“You’re telling me the little girl in the fairytale carried a lethal crossbow around with her?” “She wasn’t a little girl, Harlow. The fairytale is nothing like what really happened. You know that by now, right? She fought dark wolves and mages, not just one evil wolf who slipped into her grandmother’s house when no one was paying attention. She drove out more evil mages and dark wolves than any other mage in history. That’s why she became a legend. The entire story is told in code so that humans wouldn’t understand what was really happening. She certainly didn’t have a woodcutter come and save her. She didn’t need saving. And if you learn to use that crossbow, neither will you.”

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Rong Yi shakes the pocket watch in disbelief. "H-Hey! That belongs to my long lost brother.. He lived a good life until a witch trapped his soul within that magical stone," He sniffs. We all exchange glances. That sounds sketchy and fake. "Can I see?" I ask. Rong Yi hands me the pocket watch carefully. Uh... "..." Seriously? Magic stone? Witch? He can't pull this trick on me. What a white lie!

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

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 pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

I never expected it to do more. “Why now?” Dagen demands. I meet his eyes finally. “Because if I didn’t… she would’ve killed me. Because you demanded I fucking fight and something, somewhere inside of me snapped and did what you asked!” Silence falls again. Dagen doesn’t look away, but something in his gaze shifts. Not anger. Not disgust. Something more dangerous. Curiosity. Calculation. “Magic like that,” Rael says, choosing his words carefully, “doesn’t just appear. It’s blood-bound. Lineage. Ancestral.”

I returned back to my house. I exhaled heavily as I slumped to the bed. I yawned and stretched, my body feeling exhausted and tired. Casting spells could be very stressful and draining. I yawned again before finally closing my eyes and became unconscious as sleep took over me. ***** The day I longed to wait for finally came. I quickly stood up and got prepared for the strenuous task ahead of me. I stood in the middle of the room getting prepared to begin my spell. I started out slowly and steadily and closed my eyes. Soon enough, I found myself standing in front of the same building where I saw Eleanor. I walked towards the door and knocked.

I said. Raze said "You say that like it’s alive." I said "It is." He did not say anything. He knows that there are things in this world that we cannot understand. Magic is one of those things. It has always been here. Most kingdoms just forgot how to listen to it. I walked alone through the corridors under the ground. The sanctuary is really big. Every room has a story that has been forgotten. There are wolves made of stone on the walls. Their eyes are made of crystals that still shine.

Basic Classes: Magical Philosophy — How to think like a powerful being. Forbidden History — Secrets no one else knows. Ritual Architecture — How to build magic spaces. Ethics & Corruption — What happens when you go too far. Bloodfire Combat & Binding — Duels, Contracts, loyalty, and power. The Art of Influence — Magic through words, emotions, or seduction. Each title stirred nostalgia in me. I felt like I knew them by heart. Beneath those, a smaller note had been scrawled in elegant script, likely Mistress Lune’s: