The Choice Of Magic Novels & Stories

I dropped my robe on the floor in front of them with deliberate determination and crossed my arms over my chest. "You have me until I'm eighteen. You know what happens then. You've always known. When the choice is mine, I'm done with magic, once and for all. If that means I'm done with you too, I guess that's the way it has to be. End of story."

Abernathy gave me a knowing glance, and I cringed. Clearing my throat, I steeled myself and tried to glare. The idea of forfeiting one's magic made no sense to me. Why would someone willingly give up such a gift? Choose to mate with lesser creatures? Weakening their power. There was no rhyme or rationale behind the logic.

“Sometimes, under specific conditions, a wizard killing another wizard can learn secrets of one or more of the victim’s spells. That spell can be powerful. More powerful spells on the same wizard means power.” “Power is ... It's good to have power.” “It's not bad to be strong. Still, we must consider how we use power and for what purpose. Vladimir chose his path. I chose my path. And you’ll have to choose your path. I just hope you make good choices. And never forget that our choices build the path we chose to follow. They build us.” The girl looked at the professor and smiled back to him. “You won this contest too, didn't you?”

“Oh, and I after I kill those damn Zargans!” I unsteadily got to my feet and tried to ignore the burning sensation and other pains I felt. “Last chance, Aaron. I really don’t want to kill you!” I replied stubbornly. I sure the hell won’t let you kill the only person that’s been kind to me and made me feel like I mean something… I’m not supposed to use this magic, but I really don’t see any other choice right now. I refuse to allow him to hurt Conor. “Death magic.” I whispered as he raised his right hand in the air. My soul jewel shone with a silver glow despite the red undertone. This is the only way we won't die! I took a step towards him and raised my chin defiantly.

“Because I choose me. I choose a new story.” From the distance, the Witch Queen approached, her silver eyes gleaming. She was no longer a towering force of vengeance, but something softer, sadder. Wiser. “You understand now,” the Queen murmured, her voice like twilight. “The greatest magic is not in bloodlines or blades. It’s in choice. In rewriting what they told us we could never survive.” Elara nodded. “Then I’ll start rewriting everything.” The Queen smiled—not with pride, but with relief. “Then my time is done.”

“ Cover your cognizance, mama , pater . ” I glanced at my parents and cringed. “ For your information. I have n’t fucked someone differently. What you felt, ” I felt a vicious grin spreading across my face. “ What you felt was only the morning if you do n’t accept. I ’m not your mate; I rejected you. ” I growled. “ The Moon Goddess blessed me with a alternate mate. It’s further than what you ’ll get. ” I teased. “ No. That’s not. That’s not possible, ” he stammered. “ Clara is my mate, and I intend on marking her. If you know what’s good for you. You ’ll accept the rejection. ” Leon blazoned. “ I ’ll noway accept, ” He snarled. “ You ’ll come back to me, Clara. He

And just with that, the chains that bound me were gone. "No, no. I can't be out, father. I am going to hurt anyone--" "You are not going to hurt anyone, Adam," he said, stern voice pinning me on the spot. His hands grabbed both my naked shoulders and glared at me. "You will go and find that girl or I will drag her here myself. Choose." He then stood and looked at me, kneeling on the ground. A choice. Both are not good ones. He turned and went to the door of the chamber before he turned to look at me.

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.

More of a glow that threatened to build. I focused on the color. It was not a different color exactly. It was as if his natural eye color had a current running beneath it. Like lightning hidden under glass. “You are anchored now,” I said carefully. “To what?” he asked. “To choices,” I replied. “To actions. To the present.” He held my gaze intensely. And then— Flash. Stronger than before. I almost flinched. This time it lasted nearly a full second. Bright. Alive. Undeniable.

“Then why should I be the one forced to choose?” The glowing Aria stepped closer, the light around her dimming to something gentler. “Because choice is the only power that belongs to you alone. Magic can be stolen. Love can be broken. Thrones can be seized. But choosing your path—no one can take that.” Aria flinched. “My path is supposed to be mine. Why do I feel like it’s already being written without me?” Her counterpart raised a hand, palm up, as if offering something invisible. “Because destiny does not control your path. It reacts to it.”