The Magic Of Discovery Novels & Stories

I said, going over to my blankets and laying on top. Christopher came in. "You've had a busy day," he said, falling into a sitting position beside me. I laid back. "Yeah." "Who knew you had a rainbow inside of you?" He smirked. I couldn't hold back a smile. Hope burned within for the first time in a long while. "Not me," I said. "You still have the seven magics in you," Christopher said. "The power is still there," he added reiterating. "I guess so."

"But sometimes, if it's been suppressed or locked away during childhood, it can be harder to discern." Davina chewed on her lower lip, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "Is there a way to find out for sure?" Felicity nodded, her lips curling into a small smile. "Yes, there is," she replied. "But it's not something to be taken lightly. Discovering your magic can be both exhilarating and daunting." Davina took a deep breath, steeling herself. "I want to know," she declared, determination burning in her gaze.

It was a look that spoke of a weighty discovery, of secrets long buried finally unearthed. Behind him, the last glorious rays of morning sun slanted through the broken stone arches of the academy’s oldest ruins, bathing the field in gold, a stark, beautiful contrast to the tension that hung in the air. But even that warmth felt alien. My magic still buzzed beneath my skin, a constant, low thrum, like a storm waiting to be called again, a living entity that resonated with the ancient knowledge I had just unlocked.

Despite the fact that I never learned to read the old language of magic, I knew exactly what it said: ONLY THOSE WITH MAGIC IN THEIR BLOOD MAY ENTER TAKE NOTHING BUT KNOWLEDGE WITH YOU LEAVE NOTHING BUT DISCOVERIES BEHIND CREATED BY SOFIA LA WALLE AT THE DAWN OF FRESONIA I ran my fingers over those etchings, feeling that aching sensation of magic shoot its way up my arm. There was a small tingling feeling in the back of my head, and I closed my eyes tightly. I was suddenly struck with a series of images. No, not images–memories.

The space was cramped, the jagged walls close enough to brush my shoulders as I moved deeper. At first glance, it seemed like nothing more than a natural formation, a forgotten corner of the forest untouched by time. But as I ran my fingers along the rough stone, I felt it - a faint hum, a vibration in the air. Magic. Subtle, ancient, and deliberately concealed. Andromeda’s handiwork, no doubt.

Tension coils instantly in my stomach. Right. He is definitely talking about me. “Magic,” he continues, turning away, “is not emotion. It is not instinct. It is discipline.” Something about those words feels wrong. Deeply wrong. Because whatever happened to me…It felt exactly like instinct. The glowing crystals overhead flicker slightly. Just once. No one else notices. But I do. And suddenly that pressure returns. Awakening in my veins. My fingers tighten against the desk. Not now. Please not now.

The magic she’s calling coils and coalesces around her, growing and filling the room like a living thing, shimmering with wispy, diaphanous tendrils. “May love and generosity fill your heart. May hope and curiosity fill your mind. May your hands create good works as you learn and grow. May your eyes always find the beauty around you. May your ears always hear truth and authenticity. May your words inspire goodness in yourself and in others. May your feet walk a secure and abundant path. May your light shine and never be put out. May you find kindness in all who you meet, all the rest of your days.” As suddenly as it appeared, the magic is gone, sinking into the baby’s body. Its heavy presenc

"You make something appear that wasn't there before. I suppose if you'd like to call it something more ordinary, you could refer to it as creation magic." Holly flipped her hands back and forth as she stared at them. "Do you really think I could do something like that?" "It is entirely possible if that is where your magic power lies. There are a great many fields. Without some hint, we will have to comb through them." Ruby frowned in thought. "I wonder how that companion of yours was able to discover your talents so easily in past lives. I do not have access to that information." "How do I even try this?" Holly questioned.

Someday, exciting things will start to happen again, and then there will be more to tell. For now, I’ll just sit in my comfy chair and enjoy my ancestral lands and then retire to the bedroom I share with the most amazing man I’ve ever met. Finding out I was a mage was both the scariest and most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t imagine how my life might’ve been if I never would’ve discovered my abilities. I guess it just goes to show, sometimes the most startling situations can become the greatest blessings. You might not have any magic in your life, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do extraordinary things. So… keep that in mind the next time life throws you a curveball. Somet

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.