Novel & Cerita The Choice Of Magic

He could only smile awkwardly and look away. I watched as Solomon walked out without slowing his pace, and a warm feeling spread through me. I hadn't expected him, always so gentle, to stand up for me like this, showing no mercy in his words. As I stood there in stunned silence, Solomon suddenly turned back, his voice laced with curiosity. "Thomas, you should change your clothes later. We'll settle this score slowly. There's no rush. Let's go home." I nodded eagerly, my heart swelling with gratitude.

My heartbeat was loud. But not from fear. From awe. Lucian’s gaze softened. His jaw tightened like he was trying not to cry, though no one would have dared call him out for it. I took my place across from him. The earth beneath us pulsed with magic, ancient and raw. A priestess stood between us, her eyes milky white, her voice older than the wind. “Tonight, we do not bind with chains,” she said. “We do not bind with ink or papers. We bind with flesh. With magic. With the call of the wild in our blood.”

He was too exhausted and so he went straight off to bed. As soon as he layed on the bed, Becky's magic began to work on him. It was like black smoke was diffusing into his body but he didn't notice it. His eyes were closed and he had already began to sleep. This magic was too good that he couldn't sense it. Wolves could naturally scent and recognize black magic but this one had no smell at all. Alpha Jack waited behind the door as he peeped through the door hole in order to be sure when King Leonard lays on his bed. His plans had worked perfectly and so he tried to leave the palace in a hurry but something unexpected happened.

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?!

“For every choice.” The Forge’s form flickered, its starlight dimming as the group’s magic—light, shadow, moonlight, silver—wove together, not as a vow but as a fire of their own, burning brighter than the star above. Agnes’s song roared, a melody of every world, every life, every choice they’d carried.

I press my palms to my eyes, but the afterimage of her face won’t fade—the crown of thorns, the blood down her cheek, the hollow eyes whispering doom. Gods, what if she chooses wrong? Worse—what if she chooses us instead of herself? The thought tears through me like lightning, hot and savage. I want it and I fear it in equal measure. I want her to look at me, see me, choose me. But I’ve felt what her magic does, how it steals without asking, how it takes and takes, sweet as poison. And if she chooses us, if she binds us, what will be left of the Royal Table when she’s done?

The wind in the trees stilled. The moon brightened. And her power flickered again— louder brighter hotter. Oh no. "Oh come on!" Charlie yelped. "Can't we have ONE dramatic moment without magical consequences?!" But the next surge of power was already rising. Because the world had decided it was time— for Charlie to make a choice. Or for something to choose for her.

"You just came back to me. You're finally free. I won't take that from you by disappearing now. But this isn't disappearing. It's becoming something new. And I choose it." *Any of you could serve. But only one can choose. And the choice must be absolute.* I looked at Kade. He looked at me. Both thinking the same thing—we'd do it to save the other. "How do we decide?" I whispered. "You don't." Morgana stepped forward. "I do it." "What?" Marcus said. "I've spent my life trying to control things. You showed me that real power is choice. So I'm choosing. I'm choosing to be what's needed instead of what I want."

Choice said to me and I nodded my head. “You are right, this is forbidden magic and no one else is allowed to know the details of the arrangement. After I have everything in place I'm going to tap into his essence and cleanse our hands once and for all.” Choice went through the document again before handing it to me. “What if he marks you?” Choice asked me, my heartbeat took a dive.

I gasped, clutching his arm. His voice came out strained, almost awed. “Your magic. It is waking. Because you chose to stay.” The soldiers charged. And in that moment I realized the choice I had just made might cost us everything.