Teleportation Is It Possible Novels & Stories

I referred to the magical yielding she did. "It's an intermediate teleportation spell. It only works if you've physically been present in a room with a door. I've magically linked my office to the school and the house. It saves me a long trip," I would do the same thing if I was in her position. That made me wonder if I could do the same but connect the dorm room to my bedroom back in San Diego. I would probably mess up the spell somehow, what if I couldn't return to the school and it's not like I had something I urgently needed to go to in San Diego. My relationship with Vera and Elliot was in a very weird place and I didn't think that seeing Dad was necessary right now.

Then it felt like we were hurtling through the stars, racing through the cosmos—and just as quickly, we were standing in the center of the pack grounds. “What the—” was all Leo managed to utter, shock etched across his face. “With teleportation magic, you can’t travel somewhere unless there’s a prepared circle to land in,” he stammered. “So how—how is this possible? You didn’t cast anything.” “Perks of being the Blue Wolf,” I said. “I can go wherever I want… as long as I have strong enough feelings toward the place or the people.” Right then, the pack’s emergency alarm began to wail through the grounds.

Cathal blurted out. Adrian raised an eyebrow, making Cathal’s heart skip a beat. However, Adrian did not react aggressively, and Cathal felt a small wave of relief. After a moment, Adrian continued, “When we’re in a teleportation portal, especially one for such long distances, accidents can easily happen. Not to mention the turbulence we might encounter. After all, this is the ultimate utilization of spatial laws. Without protective measures, the journey could be unbearable.” "S-So you're s-saying this i-is a protective barrier?" Cathal stuttered.

It seemed like we were all in the same boat, enduring this dismal meal together as we navigated the uncertain waters of our individual circumstances. In that moment, the food on my tray was more than just sustenance; it was a symbol of the loss of freedom and the harsh reality of the justice system. As I forced myself to take a bite, I couldn't help but wonder how long this ordeal would last and what would become of me.