The Art Of Magic Novels & Stories

In this world, magic has been divided into two categories. The first one was the magic that used the magical energy of the user including a profound understanding of the magic theory plus a long year of practice and experiment to produce single stable magic for magicians to use. Even if that magic only has a function no different than a cigarette lighter. It still requires great resources and understanding of said magic to not make it unstable and turn into a bomb that might destroy or burn the user's hand.

"I was watching the floor show at my sisters' shop." He offered a rough laugh. "They are something of an enigma. Though, knowing what I do now, they probably have the town under a spell." "Hmm, maybe, but that would go against the no-person-gain rule. That's why they don't play the lottery." One of the many guidelines her sisters had been teaching her about the craft. Any magick used for such purposes always came back twofold. And not pleasantly. She glanced around at the small iron tables, artistic pictures of steaming cups on the mocha-painted walls, and the display case filled with sweets. The scent of roasted coffee beans and chocolate surrounded her. "It smells orgasmic in here."

“My foundation of wielding magic isn't very good, so yeah, I don't mind getting tips from you.” “Excellent!” Lady Marietta exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Let us begin at once.” “That'll be great!” I was ecstatic as getting myself occupied would help me forget the scene with Sophia quickly. “The Art of Dark Magic is a powerful tome, but it requires a skilled guide to unlock its true potential.” She led me to a large, ornate table, covered in strange artifacts and dusty tomes. It was located on the left axis of the library. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment.

" I'm sorry I can't do this. I really can't. " " Yes, you can. " " I can't. " I insisted, shooking my head. " It's not working for me. I've tried focusing more harder but yet... It's still the same. Maybe I'm just not ready for this, any of it! " " It only takes time before we can understand who and what we are. Magic is not all about rush, it's all about concerntration, focus and a free mind. It's time-steady. So, you don't let the power control you, you control it. "

She transformed a simple rock into a vibrant blooming flower, her magic breathing life into its petals. She summoned shimmering orbs of light that floated and twirled, illuminating the room with a celestial radiance. And with a wave of her hand, she conjured a protective shield that shimmered like a translucent barrier of energy. My jaw dropped in awe, my eyes widening with amazement. The beauty and intricacy of Freda's magic arts surpassed anything I had ever imagined. It was as if she commanded the very fabric of reality, bending it to her will with a grace and finesse that left me spellbound.

I quickly pulled my dress on me, but I was not going to let him suffer. “I will use my magic. We are not leaving the room until you are healed, Art! I cannot bear to see you in pain!”, I said authoritatively, leaving no room for discussion. Trying to see the extent of his injuries, I noticed some were superficial. However, there were two very large pieces that stuck deep and were bleeding profusely. I knew if I tried to pull them out with my hands, I’d end up cut up, and even though I could use magic to heal myself quickly, we would be delayed, while sounds from outside indicated we needed to move – and move fast! Art’s back was coated in the berry-red color of his blood, and when he tried t

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

She had her own spell book of blends, and it was powerful in its own way, but it was not like Art's magick. Art, on the other hand had pure magick that was tuned to his emotions, and his thoughts. The one that flickered on when he was not absolutely in control. So, he had to be in control all the damn time. If he lost control, the benches in his class might fly, the water in the bottles might float. Crazy things like that. No one knew about his magick, except Zach, his best friend.

Nathan POV On the Road "Cursed? You're cursed?" I had no idea what Art was talking about where telekinesis was concerned. I knew I'd never heard of wolves who could move things with their minds the way characters did in comic books. I also knew magic was something people might mention in passing, but no one really did it. "Can we get a little more explanation on that, please?" Art snorted again -I was really starting to hate that sound- and shook his head, "No. Not a chance. Can't you crazy kids just keep yourselves busy for the rest of the trip? Daddy needs to take a nap."

So he started searching its bag for any anti-spells portions while the Centaur’s arrows were randomly flying towards their direction without hitting anyone in one in particular. Dike finally found the portion that can be used to destroy enchantment on the Centaur. This portion is made of some special leaves that destroy divinations and enchantments. The oracle gave them in case if a spell was cast on any of them by any witch or mysterious creature during their journey. So the first time they are to use the anti-Spell was on a Centaur though they still have a long journey to go. Some of the warriors argued that it would be a waste of their portion to use it on the Centaur when they could just