Talent Swallowing Magician Novels & Stories

All he lacked was a red suit and a few reindeer. “Santa is a myth,” the wizard chuckled. “As you can see, I’m quite real.” “I forgot you read minds too,” Tara said with mild irritation. She’d followed Maggie’s instructions on blocking her thoughts and was disappointed it wasn’t working. Joshua spoke the truth when he said the wizard was good at it. “That I do, my dear girl. You have the power to block me if it bothers you,” he said matter-of-factly before turning his attention to Joshua. “Who might you be, young man?”

this rude punk of a magician "Oops haha sorry, I'll return you to your owner now. Next time we meet again you'll be mine piglet" He says with a devilish grin that I could almost feel the back of my spine shivering. The spell wore off and as I was enveloped by the blue radiant light, he leaned towards me and whispered to my ears gently. "See ya" I don't care honestly but. He could at least let me down the solid ground instead of leaving me here on top of a building all alone. I don't know how to get down by myself you know! But before my complaints reached him, he vanished into thin air using a portal, and just like that, I was left there all alone confused and terrified of the next storm tha

“A man could well lose his part to her gentle touch!” “Then what have you planned?” Jaecar’s black brows lifted in interest. “I intend to play as unfairly as she.” “How’s that?” “A spell an old friend gave me.” “The mage Commander when he trained you.” “Nay.” Magus shook his head. “We rarely saw him. The one that truly trains is his Second in Command, Hawk. He was my mentor.” *** “And what spell did he give you?” Magus beamed. “One to melt a woman who’s toyed with you too long. One he wrote for a particular little mage that had been teasing him below the breeches.”

“Is there magic involved? In all this success?” “No, sadly not. There are Fates, healers and psychics but we haven’t found anyone who can spirit turnips from the air. Might be you after tonight, you might uncover a skill.” I scoffed at his joke, swinging our hands as we started another ascent. “I am sure with being half-wolf my powers will be non-existent.”

- With your abilities, you are missing out on a good opportunity to earn money, not to mention expanding your connections and customer base. Uh-huh, as if I don't know about it myself! For the past six months, I have often looked at orders from magicians, just for the sake of interest. They are usually light, but few can take them up, as these orders are too demanding for chameleons. For example, work experience of four years and letters of recommendation from the aristocracy. I have both, but I have not dared to take a chance and take at least one until today. However, I calmly refused Lord Rice, if not for the generous amount of payment.

If nothing else, throwing up a weird ball of magic should have - My stomach jerked as the magical sphere landed. A trashcan was shoved in my face. I hurled the magic ball up my throat. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. "Here's the last part of the magical news I wanted to share." I handed Atlas the trashcan. "I'm pretty sure it's a physical manifestation of my magic." Taryk stepped back, obviously the one to have handed me the trashcan. His brown gaze intent on mine. "He's magical as well?" he whispered.

The susurration of the waves below whispered secrets, ancient and eternal, yet none so compelling as the voice that had begun to haunt my every waking moment—a voice like molten chocolate, dark and sinfully rich, an ancient echo that resonated through the very marrow of my bones. "Jade," it would call, an invocation that set the air to vibrate with a kind of primal music. It was the voice of Mr. Lombardi, that enigmatic man who seemed to pull at the fabric of reality with but a mere utterance, rendering the ordinary extraordinary, the mundane, magical.

When I was taken for a walk, I saw soldiers practicing swords and magic behind the palace. "Mr. Hanes, I also want to use magic, teach me!" The young me ran towards the head of this kingdom's magician. "Oh prince, even if there is no bloodline of magic users, let's try, maybe the prince has talent." Mr. Harnes stopped his practice and came to me. "So how?" "Prince stretch out his hand, then say a spell. Tirta water with your power give strength to wet the earth!" he said and slowly a wisp of water appeared above his palm.

I asked somebody by my side. I asked a civilian by my side. He was a middle-aged man and quite frankly surprised that I had spoken to him so forwardly, he quickly collected himself though and he explained that she had been doing all sorts of magic before I came, that she was able to swallow blades and other bizarre things like that. “Well that doesn't mean that she's authentic, she might just be performing some tricks on you guys and all of you are clustered here like bees just believing everything she says?” The man looked embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

I let out a whoop of wild, giddy laughter. I was doing it. I was really doing it. I was practicing magic, and not just making wishes for something negative to happen to someone. This was real, pure, magic. "That’s enough," I heard Geniee say. I dropped my hands and the tornado unraveled instantly, scattering leaves across the cracked concrete. I panted, feeling like my blood had turned electric. "You have talent," Geniee said, pride threading her voice. "More than I thought possible." I flushed with pleasure. "It felt... it felt like breathing."