The Magician Who Rose From Failure Novels & Stories

Pride filled his voice. “A genuinely good man.” Then the smile faded. “But business was never natural for him.” He leaned back slightly. “He needed guidance. He needed someone constantly pushing him forward because left alone, he would’ve taken the easier path every single time.” Emma listened quietly. “And Stephanie…” A weary sigh escaped him. “Stephanie grew up surrounded by wealth.” His eyes softened. “She’s brilliant.” A faint smile. “But for a long time she genuinely believed money could solve everything.” Emma couldn’t help smiling.

We started from nothing together. I sold my old house and withdrew all my savings to support Rosalie. I also worked as the company's core technician and was involved in sales and distribution. The company had been on the verge of going bankrupt before I intervened and steered it back to the right path. Meanwhile, Harry only secured his position in the company because of his connections. He handled his projects by gathering everyone's ideas. He was only responsible for the presentations. However, everything that Harry did was spectacular in Rosalie's eyes. Meanwhile, I became someone who was utterly useless from her perspective.

Magic was his birth right, his talent, his passion, his occupation, and without it, he would be nothing. In between everything, I overheard that Victorianna was in his debt for something, and that is why he was untouchable. He would put a spell on me every time before we went on stage to ensure that I would not ruin his show or try and out him. He would use me and abuse me in any way he needed to do his show, and then I would disappear into a trap door when I was no longer of use. As a joke, I would fall without the ability to stop myself or brace myself for the impact of the fall. Every time I would fall, my wind out. Sometimes, I would even fall wrong and break something.

But when my magic didn’t manifest at ten like every other mage in the coven, everything changed. Suddenly I wasn’t a grieving child anymore. I was a failure. A waste of space. From that moment on, every scrap of food, every small kindness, every right to remain in this house had to be earned. I had learned quickly how to work for it. Now the only things left were a few faded pictures of family members I had never met and several of my mother’s favorite books. The covers were cracked and worn from years of use—too damaged for the coven to bother stealing.

I couldn't find the words to praise it. "Excuse me." While I was lost in thought, the magician leaned down, picked me up, and sat me on his arm. I put down the masterpiece and realized that I was looking directly at his face. It was hard to imagine that this was the face of someone who had lived for hundreds of years. It wasn't that he looked young or not, although he was indeed very young and handsome. It was his innocent temperament, as if he had not yet been tainted by the world, had not yet experienced too many disappointments and compromises, and life had not yet taken its toll on him, his soul still young and carefree.

"I don't fucking know, Rose, I have nothing anymore, I spent all of my hard-earned money on that bitch, I left my family for that bitch, I lost everything. Everyone. I probably lost my training centers too.” "How did you manage to get everything in the first place?" "By working fucking hard." "Then you have to work fucking hard all over again," she shrugs, as if it's that easy, "Your life isn't over. You're a young, capable man. You can work hard, rebuild, re-start. Or you can lay down and let yourself die just like all those other men who were affected by that spell too." ➿➿➿➿ Work hard. Rebuild. Re-start.

And beneath it all, the cold truth: I had the memories of a master, the body of a prodigy, and I couldn't perform a spell that any second-year could manage in their sleep. I wasn't a fraud. I wasn't a failure. I was a mismatch. Survival magic trying to wear a debutante's mask, and refusing to fit. I sat on the edge of my bed, my gaze drifting across the room, landing on the small crystal vase on my nightstand.

He froze, then turned and stormed out without another word. I let out a bitter laugh as I watched his retreating back. I knew that his live stream comments had to be blowing up right now. The whole performance was staged just so they could watch me humiliate myself, begging on the ground just to hold onto the startup fund even if it meant losing my dignity. But now, I have ruined their show. I opened the live stream. Sure enough, Steven was complaining. "This woman must have gone mad today. She actually handed the money over just like that! But this also proves she really loves me, or she wouldn't have given the money so easily. Don't worry, guys. I've still got ways to test her," he said.

I could feel the tremor in her fingers, and it took everything in me not to pull her into my arms and promise her that everything would be fine. Because I wasn’t sure it would be. Then the magician turned to me fully. “And you,” he said. Something in his tone made my chest tighten. “You must let go of your desire for revenge against Darius.” My jaw hardened instantly. Gina’s grip on my hand tightened further. “…Why?” I asked, the word laced with anger I didn’t bother hiding. The magician’s eyes darkened slightly. “Because the Moon Goddess has already begun her own vengeance,” he said. “And it will be far more merciless than anything you can offer.”

"The sooner the better. No point giving them time to clean things up." Back at my apartment, I let out a long breath. At last, I could start a new life. Next week, I'd be joining Renaissance Capital. However, the moment I pushed open the door, I froze. The living room was full of people. Serena. Patricia. And my parents. Serena immediately burst into tears, launching into her performance. "Dad, look at him! He doesn't even care about family anymore. Not only did he quit his job out of sheer stubbornness, now he's threatening to sue me."