Three Magic Words Ebook Novels & Stories

“Or, if I am, I’m judging myself just as harshly.” “Have you heard of the Rule of Three?” Shelley asks. Tom and I both shake our heads. “The Rule of Three, or the Threefold Law, says that whatever you put into the world will be returned to you threefold. I use my magic to do harm, knowing that if I do so with anger, or jealousy, or fear, or a desire for power then that negative energy will come back to me, some day, somehow. I will pay for my actions, for good or for ill.”

It was glowing green. “Morning.” He greeted me with a smile. My palms began to sweat. My mom was holding a scroll glowing with a darker green. She was reading something. She muttered a word under her breath and dad stepped out of the way. Mom thrust her hand forward and the blue ball floated and it tried to get out of the grip. Its flame was slowly burning out. My mom screamed an incantation and she fisted her hand. The ball disappeared in a thin smoke. “Morning, dear.” My mom said putting the scroll down. I felt my skin burning. She turned to dad.

He muttered, and my head started to spin while making me grab my head. "So, these are called 3 magical words?" I sounded while moving my index finger. "Of course, you are in a battle right now fighting with your grandfather to bring your parents together. All you want is wishes and confidence." Julian chuckled, and his laughter made me click my tongue. "The three magical words for you are All the Best!" I let out a scoff and stroked my hair with my fingers. "Yes!" He shrugged his shoulders, and the smile on his lips really annoyed me.

The next pages are filled with my family history, and then I come to a blank page. Mother Agnes reaches over and touches the page. She says something in another language, and then all of these words race on and off the page. The words race toward me and seem to go into my mouth. "What is happening?" I ask. Libby and Mother Agnes are quiet for a moment. They wait for me to listen to what the words are trying to tell me. I feel different as the words race back out of my mouth and back to the page in the book. I look to Mother Agnes.

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

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Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.

His meanwhile long hair blew before his eyes, where the blue of it brightened as he spoke ancient words, with a firm intention. ‘Tha an draoidheachd seo fior dhomsa agus cha nd e dhomh ach a-mháin, (this magic is purely mine and will appear to me only). Bidh fear eile a bhios a 'feuchainn ris á dol á bith gu bráth, (another who tries too will disappear forever). Fosgail an geate, tha Oisean na dhachaigh, fosgail an doras mo sheann taigh, (open the gate, Ossian is home, open the door my ancient house).

That was the last thing she said before she disappeared. A heaviness overcame me, pushing me to sit. "Frankie, bring me my grimoire." It had been a while since I did a protection spell. Even though my magic was weaker now and Princess Zenobia wasn't in this realm, I hadn't the slightest clue if it would work. Still, it was worth a try.