That Awkward Magic Novels & Stories

The shift in her expression was subtle, but it was there. She looked away. “How long?” “Six months. Then we announce we’re incompatible and walk away clean.” “You’re cruel.” “I’m precise.” She shoved my chest, anger flashing. “Fuck you, Kyle. I’m not your puppet.” She turned to leave. “I wasn’t asking,” I said coldly. “I’m going home.” She replied. And walked out. I watched her go, jaw tightening. Aisha’s POV The moment I stepped out of Apex Holdings, I felt it again.

What the hell just happened? "Go ahead and park up front. I'm sure your Corvette will be safe, Colt," she giggles. I don't even think about it. I pull up, just like she told me to... And then race around to help her out of my car. She pulls me into her home. The moment I cross the barrier, I feel... heavy. This whole damn place is imbued with magic... Heavy, suffocating magic. What the hell is this place? But the moment Angie's lips are on mine, I forget what the problem was.

"As of this moment, all boons are forfeit." The parchment burst into flames, turning to ash. At that exact moment, far away in Silver Moon territory, the wards began to crumble. Every single one tied to my blood. I turned and walked toward a teleportation circle deep in the forest. My destination: Evernight City. The largest neutral magic city in the north. A crossroads for humans and supernaturals alike. I owned an apartment here, bought a decade ago under a false identity. The moment I arrived, my comm crystal started flashing frantically.

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ LGBTQ content up ahead Don't proceed of not up to ??? Mary Ass, the 29-year-old heiress to a family of witches and warlocks, had always been a spoiled brat. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth and magic at her fingertips, she had never wanted for anything in her life. But lately, she had been feeling… unsatisfied. Her magic could get her anything she wanted, but it couldn’t make her feel alive.

Every brush, every pulse, dragged her closer to the edge, her body thrumming with desperate need. “Such a pretty mess,” Marcus mused, watching her squirm. Leon stood, adjusting his cufflinks as if bored. “You’ve been on the verge of climax for ten minutes. Pathetic. You’ll learn control.” Marcus pulled the wand away abruptly, and the loss made her whimper—a mistake. “Strike two,” Leon said. Marcus set the wand aside, his eyes gleaming. “You know what happens at three strikes, don’t you, sweetheart?” She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

I took a deep breath and released it, trying to relax so I could feel my magic. I felt the familiar thrumming of energy within me, but it pulsed with an unusual weight tonight, reluctant to respond. I closed my eyes, focusing inward. The whispers of my magic grew louder, drowning out my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth, willing the magic to flow. "Please," I muttered, pouring my intention into the spell. I envisioned a warm light surrounding Aric, a protective barrier to break whatever held him there. But the magic remained stubborn, slow to react.

It was as if time itself was being reversed, undoing the damage that had been done. Sarah's eyes were wide with amazement as she witnessed the magic unfolding before her. She had never experienced a meta healing process firsthand. This was something else entirely. Adrian just glanced on as if he had seen this many times but seeing me handling this well, I was sure he was proud of my growth. My hands glowed brighter as I poured more of my energy into Theo's body. I felt a connection with him, a deep understanding of his pain and suffering. I focused on that connection, using it to guide my healing magic.

Mark said shamelessly and received a glare from Cindy. Arya continued to bow her head and coughed even more. What about her? She had picked……. It turned out she was not only a ugly fly…….she was also abnormal…… She was wrong. The most uncouth of the uncouth is not Jack. It is definitely Mark.

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

Iditan stands by my right, followed by Chike, Ahmed stands by my left, followed by Ramatu. I stretch my hands and touch the eagle, cringing at its cold feel. The others do same, touching the carving before them with their two hands. The instant the last of us lays his hand on their carving, the metal suddenly becomes scalding hot, burning deeply. I hold back a groan, trying to draw my magic to ease the pain. I can’t sense my magic!