That Awkward Magic Novels & Stories

“Have you forgotten what my magic is? I can revive dead plants. My gift is the oldest one there is. Having this magic brought up again after so many years must have its reason. Isn’t that enough proof?” Our voices must have been loud because the children were now coming to our side to see what we were arguing about. “What’s wong?” Nora asked as she looked from me and then to Ace. “Your Auwa is not looking good.” She says. Ace kneeled down in front of her. “It’s nothing to worry about Nora.” He assured her. But obviously lying to a child who can see an aura is not really that effective. Her brows furrowed with worry.

Though I could still not be vindicated with that as a justification. Weaving the chain of false words was the only alternative. ****** I stood outside of Aahir's cabin after putting my stuff in mine. My objective wasn't to face the magician who could have me spellbound just from his eyes, first thing in the morning. However, I was kind of down on my luck because just when I had reached the cabin the intercom boomed with his voice. The same four vocables from before were uttered, 'In my cabin, now.'

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

The spell read: "For the love of all that is magic, I shall find that who was made specially for me. Thou shall love me and cherish me for all thy days to come, Thou shall make me feel on top of the world and bring me a type of happiness that rivals few. And we shall forever be in love with each other till the end of days. Instructions: Say the poem three times, stamp your left foot two times and stamp the right one four times. Clap your hands five times and close your eyes." Suddenly, Matilda found herself saying the words of the poem out loud. She said it three times, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

"Different how? You mean the method of training is strange?" Aric slowly straightened his posture, his eyes deepening with a mysterious glint. In a low voice, he said, "It’s more than just a different method. The moment I stepped into her office, I was overwhelmed by an oppressive darkness—thick and suffocating, as if it could devour one’s soul. We both know that kind of magic has long been outlawed on Blackwood Continent. But she’s clever—too clever. She’s twisted it into a so-called ‘original magic’ that dances dangerously on the edge of legality. I was too impulsive back then. We argued, and I secretly took some of her research materials to Elian for analysis."

“I want an accord. A face-to-face. No familiars. No thralls. Just us.” “Location?” Akira rasped. I reached into the firepit, drew a glowing rune on the stone itself, and said: “Coordinates encoded. Use blood magic. It’s a site warded against Heaven and Hell.” Akira gave a slow, mirthless chuckle. “Neutral ground? You’re serious.” “Deadly.” Akira muttered, “You always were too dramatic, Jude. Fine. I’ll come. But if this turns out to be your way of protecting a lover, not a threat—”

It made my head spin so much I could hardly focus on what I was hearing. They thought my instincts leading me to choose their website out of all the others was a manifestation of magic they believed I had latent in me. Nate used the word “divination,” and even though Arik grimaced in a way that suggested he didn’t think much of that type of magic, he didn’t argue, either. And they told me I wouldn’t have been able to see anything but the motion of Nate’s hand when he knocked Drew out unless I had something they called “magic sight.”

I turn my attention back to the marble, and I do – willing it first to lift, and then to move, and then to…I don’t know, do anything. My whole body is sweating after about fifteen minutes of concentration, but then Alvez sighs and drops my hand. “It was good work, Clark,” he says, smiling at me with encouragement as he claps me on the shoulder. “It may just be that our particular magics do not speak to each other. Shall we switch it up?” Alvez claps his hands in the air and asks for results, but when no one reports any ability to make the marble do anything at all, he just sighs and puts us in new couples.

Coop reached over and plucked the joint from Denver’s fingers, bringing it to his lips once more. “Just moved here, actually.” A chorus of ah’s sounded. Coop pursed his lips and blew a plume of smoke into the air. Arielle and Sarah exchanged a long look. The latter leaned forward in her seat and scowled, “You just moved here and chose to come to this place?” Coop made a sound in his throat as though he agreed, but none elaborated. Again, I shrugged. What did it matter, anyway? “Us folks with magic always have an affinity—a type of magic that comes easy to us.” He explained.