The Choice Of Magic Novels & Stories

Oleksander's frown told me he wanted to argue, but I rushed on before he could. "There is plenty of time," I said. "And the perfect match for her, for your race, isn't something to be chosen lightly." I shrugged, forcing casual into a situation I knew could be volatile if I took a wrong turn. "Since there are a variety of races with magic abilities Charlotte can now choose from, you need to decide," I winked at her, "as a family," like she'd let that happen, "if keeping your werewolf blood pure is the right decision or would you be better served bringing in other magicks to bolster your power."

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.

But lucky for them, everyone remained silent, albeit annoyed at her presence. "We can't wait for the scouts to come back just to tell us that Damion has moved on," Selene said, looking at me earnestly. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "What do you suggest we do then?" I asked inquisitively. She gave me a coy smile. "A little bit of magic." Shortly after, Selene had gathered in front of her some things she would need to do her magic. We all watched with curiosity as she placed the items on my desk. There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones.

But they would find wolves both enhanced and ordinary who had chosen to stand together regardless of ancient precedents or scholarly opinions. And sometimes, choice was the most powerful magic of all.