That Awkward Magic Novels & Stories

She asked Vincent if he had any theory about what kind of magic that would be. He said he'd asked the same question of someone in his own pack who knew more about old magic than he did, and the answer he'd gotten back wasn't comforting. There was a category of magic, mostly theoretical at this point, mostly documented only in very old fragments, that worked on consensus rather than force—magic that didn't compel anyone to do anything, but that shifted the emotional weather in a room enough that people arrived at conclusions on their own and believed the conclusions had always been theirs. It was considered one of the rarest and most dangerous forms precisely because it left no obvious trace.

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?!

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

I held up my hands, prepared to show off a move—something to protect against magic. I called forth a basic energy pulse and directed it towards the thing in front of me. However, something went awry as soon as I turned off the power. The magic moved too quickly and powerfully. The pulse cracked the ground beneath it, exploding into a wave of darkness instead of striking the target. The air was filled with gasps. I staggered back, breathing erratically. That was not intended to occur. Darius moved in my direction. "Amara…?" I hurriedly said, "I'm fine." "We should try again."

I don’t fucking need you and would be better off without you. It was the work of an internal binding that we had yet to find a reversal for. Its magic always took hold whenever someone would get to close to what it was binding. That included mentioning it or even alluding to it. The magic was a diversion-based one and seriously powerful. It had to be if it was going to be an effective cage. It would take hold of him, making him lash out in an attempt to keep others away. Said magic then pushed out towards the target, ‘encouraging’ them to back off.

I soon realized this was proving to be more difficult than necessary, because with every step I took further from the settlement, the more I felt the nagging pull at my chest. What in the hell was causing this nearly unbearable ache within me? I let out a loud sigh and stopped, leaning back to slump against a tree. My eyes raised to the sky. It was then that I heard it, the sound of someone approaching and approaching fast! I pressed myself tightly against the tree and muttered a shrouding spell. The magic came up around me as I waited silently for the thing to pass.

Liezel noticed and just shook her head, ridding the glum on her friend’s face as just being her usual odd self. But Will somehow picked up on this, and as he forced a smile, he casually told Liezel, “What’s wrong with being polite?” “Polite?” Liezel’s mouth fell open, setting her container down. “I think you guys can really make a perfect team – TEAM AWKWARD. Jeez, can’t you just call each other by your first names?” “I guess we can ...” Una trailed off, feeling uncomfortable. She placed the remote back on the table and watched the news channel on low volume.

I couldn’t even hear her thoughts either, so she wasn’t in the house… and if she wasn’t here, where the fuck was she? Things were just really awkward. Cole was off with Constantine over something to do with a girl Cole banged that Constantine was also fucking, it was awkward between me and Cole for obvious reasons and as for Maggie, she was just super sad because she missed Ginny. Things weren’t great, and today, they got a whole lot worse... Our mother called to say she wanted a family dinner. Tonight.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

No, that’s definitely hard work, not just genius on his part. “Let me see. Maybe I’ll go, but because you’re here, right now, I don’t want to let go of your hand,” he says. I clench my jaws and look at my palm, hoping that my assumptions are wrong. Unlike Nowra and the other adult werewolves on the island, I can use magic. I try to activate it, but it’s unsteady. In my fifteen years, it never behaved as wonky as this. That dinner! It’s supposed to hinder Theo’s use of magic!