Touch Of Magic Stables Novels & Stories

He wears a leather tunic. He is sprightly, hopping out of the carriage and landing on the ground. I find myself staring at him. He heads straight for our Alpha and the two embrace, slapping each other's backs. "It's good to see you," Alpha Maxwell says. He has the energy of a pup, I think, rather than a distinguished grandfather like Alpha Nico. "You, too," Alpha Nico responds. "May I introduce my mate, Luna Tatiana." The Luna steps forwards and shakes hands with the visiting Alpha.

The moment her hand came in contact with the unicorn, it reared backwards and kicked out with its forelegs. Roland quickly pushed Kalista out of the way before the hooves of the creature could hurt her. The unicorn neighed wildly, stomping its forelegs on the ground before whirling around and galloping to the other side of the stable. Kalista was beyond shocked as she tried to calm her racing heart. She looked back at the retreating animal, wondering why it had behaved strangely when she touched it. Did it know what she was? Unicorns were creatures of magic, according to what Salem told her.

That is half true. At last, George turns away. “The stables need a keeper. Your scent will fit there.” “Yes, Alpha.” Prison is avoided. But the price I must pay is my honor. And I will pay it to remain here. We begin working that same day. The Nightclaw stables are large, filled with war horses and carriages. The smell of damp hay, manure, and iron blends together. Our hands are untied, but guards still watch from a distance.

Fox winks taking Colts hands and bringing them up to shoulder level before they close their eyes. I watch in awe as the twins radiate a white light that pushes out to the water, and the sludge of blackness turns into a sparkling blue. The animals that had been bobbing on the water were burned to ash where they sat. I wonder if Chloe's magic is similar to her brothers? I've never seen her use it before. But I can't wait to see it. Right now I can feel it coursing through my veins and it's a heady feeling. I love our magic mingling together.

I pointed. Just east of the training mats, past the target dummies and spell wards, was a massive new building that had most definitely not been there yesterday. Smooth grey stone, a sloped roof, enchanted lanterns glowing faintly even in daylight. And a giant iron plaque above the door: Guardian Stable We all exchanged a collective what the fuck, and like the nosy chaotic squad we are, we marched straight toward it. As we got closer, the scent of smoke, leather, and something ancient filled the air. The stable doors creaked open....

Awestruck, I gaped at the pool. I looked at my hands that wouldn’t burn anymore and then at Morfan, who was peering at my hands with questions written all over his face. “As expected, you indeed possess Natural magic. This is definitely not a coincidence…” “How do you know about it?” I walked closer to him. “I may not answer all your questions. I am bound by vows and promises, but I will tell you just enough for Alpha to recover. This pool is known as the Healer Stagnum. Except death, this pool can cure anything. But it needs a constant supply of magic.”

The dropbox glinted before a window popped up. SELL MAGIC METAL (PURE) (200KG)? “T-Two…” My scaly fingers rattled at the number.I sucked a breath and felt my head dizzy, before I decided to ignore the number and pressed the YES button. Another window popped out. CONGRATULATIONS! YOU’VE SOLD AN ITEM! DESCRIPTION MAGIC METAL (PURE) Used for smithing (Mainly weapons and armor) Usually found in Mangreatle cave in Kingdom of Rustaval Sold for 70 silver coins per KG

From then on, only authorized people can see him. The crowd watched as a very handsome brown-haired young man dressed in a blue suit climbed up to the stage. "This is my son, your soon-to-be Alpha king, Murphy Castillo." the Alpha king announced with pride and everyone cheered, whistled and applauded. Unmated females in the audience looked lovestruck and wished sincerely that he'd be their mate even though the reality was that he wasn't.

The Wicked Oracle would enchant one of the Centaurs, take control of its mind, and manipulated it to kill the warriors. The wicked Oracle has been watching them from his coven and seeking ways to stop them from advancing in their journey to get the Magic Bean. Because the Centaur wasn’t itself, it was missing its shot as it began shooting at the warriors randomly. It’s as though the Centaurs are trying not to yield to the manipulation of the wicked Oracle who wants to take over its mind and use it to kill all the warriors. The black pigment in the Centaur’s eye has turned green because of the enchantment. This is a clear indication that the Centaur is not in full control of its actions.

' in bold letters on a wavering piece of wood that might come off any minute. . |Princess Zoey’s Point Of View| I look past the board and at the people around us who pay no attention to us. Micah gets my attention by saying a stable is ahead, and we reach there. We get off the horses, and I let Micah deal with them. He pays one bronze coin to the stable owner and leaves the two horses there. "Now where?" he asks. "Uh... I don't know." I say, unsure of where to go from here.