That Awkward Magic Novels & Stories

He doesn’t say another word, and we both fall asleep. I wake up to the sun in my face. It’s a good thing my witch friend tattooed a potion into my skin, so I don’t burn in the sunlight. I rub my eyes to focus when I realize there is a hand over my body. I turn to see Maverick fast asleep, “MAVERICK!!!” I shout, shoving him off the bed. He groans on the floor then brings his head up to look at me. “Why did you do that?” He asks innocently. “You were cuddling me. What the hell!” I retort, standing from the bed.

“What does that mean?” “He belonged to no territory.” Ariana frowned slightly. “Is that unusual?” “For normal wolves? Yes.” He took a slow sip before continuing. “Removing pack scent requires powerful magic.” Magic. Another word that made her uneasy. Growing up, Ariana only heard whispers about forbidden magic. Dark rituals. Corrupted wolves. Blood contracts. Stories used to scare children. But tonight nothing sounded impossible anymore. Kael glanced toward her again. “The moment he saw you, he stopped fighting.”

Avery whispered, her rough voice slicing through the quiet hum of the climate control. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her bare feet sinking into the plush rug. She erased the remaining distance, stepping deep inside Vivian’s perimeter until they were bare millimeters apart. The heat radiating from their skin created a volatile current in the narrow space. "Avery," Vivian gasped, her back pressing harder against the teak as Avery trapped her. Her corporate fortress was hollow, her logical scripts thoroughly corrupted. "We are no longer on display. The spatial parameters dictate—"

she says brightly. I push through the pain as I recall the day Azadou told me about how he encountered makkari magic. He described it as dark and deformed. I stare at Invidia as my mind begins to race. Manon may have been evil, but she was a normal makkari like any other. What is it about Invidia that makes her magic so different? Or maybe the better question is, what did Manon do to her daughter to create a child with such unnatural magic?

“Keep your eyes closed. Dance to it.” Faith takes a deep breath, her eyelids fluttering, but she doesn’t open them as she begins to move, feeling the stage with her feet, moving cautiously but freely as I step back to watch her. She’s tense, her muscles bunched as though she’s getting ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. She twirls and leaps across the floor, her movements a mix of grace and clumsiness—a beautiful contradiction that captures my attention. She’s awkward in front of me; tense.

Danica nodded, she stretched out her hands at the three — Kaiden, Chase and Madam Dera, as she was about to start chanting her spell, Kaiden spoke. “Please, leave them out of it. Please I beg you, Darius Rucker’s blood flow in my viens and noth theirs, please leave them out of it, please, I beg of you.” Kaiden pleaded, Danica looked at Derek who nodded in approval. She shifted her hands, they were pointing at Kaiden, she began chatting, Kaiden under her spell moved some distance forward and that enabled her to moved around him. Few seconds passed, Kaiden widened his eyes, his hands were blocking his ears and he was screaming.

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

The moment the class ended he went straight to Earth, however, it seem like he was lost. He couldn’t understand how but after almost an hour of walking down the corridors toward the tower of Earth he still couldn’t get close to it. This made him frustrated, the more time passed by the stronger the feeling of jealousy built up in his chest. He realized that this could only be because of magic, similar to an illusion, there is a magic spell that can distort someone else sense of direction. He stopped walking and paused and decided to speak,

All schools of magic have their own characteristics. Amora took one of the magic books called Healing and gave it to Winter. Winter's face instantly darkened. She was very bored of studying if she had to read such a thick book. “Why don't you read it Winter?” asked Amora. “This is really boring. I don't like reading thick books. Let's just learn magic later. How about we go for a walk?” Winter refused lazily. Amora shook her head vigorously. She told Winter to sit down and read the book.