Touch Of Magic Stables Novels & Stories

I was surprised grass grew down here as well, but I suppose that had to do with magic as well, so I didn’t bother asking him about that. Then, something caught my eye, and I found my jaw on the ground again. It was a stable, only the stables were huge. 10x as big as normal stables and the yard around the stables was even bigger. “Woah…” I said, my eyes glued on the stables. “What’s in there.” He smirks as he takes hold of my hand and walks me towards the giant stables. “This is where we keep the dragons.”

I wouldn't put him or anyone else in jeopardy. Plus, my idea might not even work. I had no clue how to get into or leave Sharra. In the past, it just sort of happened. But I needed to try. It hadn't escaped my notice that there were seven points to the star, and there were seven magics. That meant something. It had to. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the realm of Sharra. The gardens around the castle. The castle itself. The different rooms I was in, including the bedroom where I kissed Christopher. The bathroom where I spoke with Zenny in the mirror. His flamboyant clothes. I focused on the smells of Sharra - magic, and rosemary, and the blood I craved.

The magical stable was home to a mesmerizing array of horses and stags, their majestic presence casting an ethereal glow upon the tranquil surroundings. The stable itself was a sight to behold, constructed from enchanted timber that seemed to shimmer and ripple like water under the gentle caress of the moonlight. Its roof was adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and constellations, and the air around it carried a delicate fragrance of wildflowers and dew-kissed grass. It was like a night in day.

“Magic isn’t random. Something brought you here, and until we figure out what, you’re not going anywhere.” A lump formed in my throat, but before I could press further, Aaron took a step back and lifted his hand. With a flick of his fingers, the air shimmered beside him, and a large, majestic horse appeared out of nowhere. Garbie and I gaped. The horse was stunning—tall and powerful, with a shimmering black coat that seemed to shift like liquid in the dim light. Its mane rippled down its neck like dark silk, and its eyes glowed faintly with an eerie, intelligent light.

I asked. “The staff.” The White Witch brushed her hand over the centre of the stable and there it was, shards of the broken staff no more than 20 small pieces. “There are traces of magic still on the staff and I have been going through them for some time now and the things I have found are both intriguing and shocking at the same time. Something I believe is of concern and would interest you.” She raises her hand high to the sky and a black dust hurl in circles in her hand, materializing into a large book with covers made of skin and leather.

Lex Magic has a pleasant natural smell. It’s a mix of the forest with the woody scent of trees and the sweetness of berries. The smell lingers around the castle and grounds as the High Priestess sets up the wards around the area. I watch as a canopy of light is built in the sky only visible during the night.

Step by step, our horses are moving closer together. ‘It’s difficult to manage,’ I shrug again, ‘where there are a lot of people or a lot of buildings, there’s likely a lot of magic. So it’s a lot. It can be overpowering sometimes.’ ‘Does it hurt?’ His voice drops and my fingers flex on the reins. I want to touch him. I want to reach out and accept the tenderness I hear. I want to stroke his face and run my fingertips through his beard.

He immediately squeezed it, as if holding her captive. After a few minutes of walking, she spotted a scene that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Through the tangle of trees emerged a majestic stable. It was a large, imposing structure, surrounded by a vast expanse of open land where a variety of horses ran and played freely, their manes blowing in the wind as they galloped with joy. Next to the stable was a cottage that exuded a mix of rusticity and elegance. Its sturdy wooden structure and thatched roof gave it a rustic charm, while the finely crafted details on the porch and windows added a touch of sophistication.

“None that didn’t involve leaving the road. As it is, you have cost me an arrow.” He walked up to Coryfe who snorted in response. “Your horse doesn’t like me.” “You smell of magic,” I replied. “I guess that’s to be expected. I am a mage, after all,” he placed his hands onto the saddle, and lifted himself up with impressive strength and grace, settling himself behind me before the protest formed on my lips. “I don’t remember offering you a ride.”

Only my eyes somehow land on Lucy, who works up his lips in a telltale smirk. "Can you wash my back?" He asks innocently, nodding at a bucket of water he summoned out of nowhere. "The water has been purified and enchanted by my magic—it will heal my back if you rub it in with that cloth." "Oh... Sure?" I sit down behind him, staring at his broad back that takes up my entire field of vision. My hand is trembling. Lucy's body is like dark poetry and a sight to behold. "So... I rub your back? It won't hurt you?"