The Choice Of Magic Novels & Stories

I tease back. Even though we all know even Chloe could take me. Not that we've ever been in a fight, but her magic is more.... strong? I don't know. Mine is based on healing magic and there is no offence to it. Not that I mind. I'm not normally violent... unless it comes to Bianca and her little minions. But then, normally one of the guys steps in and she backs off. As long as she stays away from me tonight, I'll be good.

it said. The fissure brightened, power rising, straining against containment. Aria closed her eyes. She thought of her mother’s silence. Her father’s crimes. The countless lives balanced on a decision she never asked to make. Then she felt Killian’s heartbeat beneath her palm—steady, fierce, unwavering. She opened her eyes. “I choose the third path.” The chamber reacted. The fissure split wider, light exploding upward as ancient magic surged violently through the stone. The runes screamed to life, symbols rearranging themselves frantically.

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

“I applied with politics in mind. But it was so boring, I switched to psych end of last semester. But that was really hard and twice the snooze fest. So this semester I went with something easier. Literature I think or whatever. I don’t know. If it doesn’t work out, my best friend is a business management major. It can’t be too hard if she can do it so I’ll probably switch to that. And—Oh!” She rushes off with a loud squeal finding someone near the entryway to talk to, while Jordan folds his arms and stares at me again. “What,” I finally ask, when I can’t take the judgmental look. “Seriously,” he asks. I look at Adam and Antonio, but they’re back to entertaining their Sigmas. “What do you me

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

“So choose.” She clenched her fists. And then… she turned away. “No.” Back in Reality – The Turning Point The wolf-Gateborn slammed into her shield—and her magic finally exploded outward, no longer powered by rage or fear, but by choice. The blast lit up the entire sky—silver with hints of eclipse blue. The creature disintegrated mid-air. All across the battlefield, the other Gateborn screamed and fell back. Darian, from afar, felt it. And his smirk vanished.

The light in front of me dimmed, fading out bit by bit, until the crashing waves swallowed my weak cries whole. I reached out, fingers straining for the life ring just a few feet away, only to see Terry Vargas step in and puncture it with a needle, destroying my last chance. His eyes burned with hatred as he stared me down. "You killed the girl I loved most. I hope you enjoy this living hell." When he saw me stop fighting, finally going still, he turned and walked away, satisfied.

"I said I'd accept you as my mate. Three days—the bonding ceremony will happen. Play nice. Accept Allison, and we'll all get along fine. Otherwise—I can make history repeat itself." My heart seized. My hand drifted to my belly without thinking. So he remembered too. Damian was also reborn. Luna Queen tried to stop him, but he walked out without a backward glance. Abandoned at my own Choosing Ceremony. The pity in everyone's eyes was suffocating. But I didn't rage. I smiled. Then I turned to Luna Queen. "Luna Queen, the pact was simple. I had to choose between your two sons. I never said I had to pick Damian."

"So. You finally beat me. Happy?" The wheel slowed. I stepped on the pedal and it spun again. "No." She tilted her head. "Why not?" I looked at the clay. "Twenty-six years, Grace. I was always second. He chose me once, and I'm supposed to feel like I've won?" She didn't answer. "Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it."

In my last life, I chose to marry Julian, the man I’d adored for years. He betrayed me and tormented me until my dying day. Reborn, I found myself back at the moment the Don asked for my choice. Without hesitation, I pointed to Damien, the man rumored to be a sickly cripple. "The choice has been made." I walked out of Don Alistair’s study, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. The candlelight in the hallway flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.