Touch Of Magic Stables Novels & Stories

Fucking hell, Steven thought, they had made that kind of money in just one afternoon, no wonder Adrian was so shocked, it usually took them over a month to make that much. Cassy then asked him, bringing him out of his slumber, "Does the color of the magic beasts have anything to do with the color of the flames?" Steven smiled at her and said, "Yes, you’re right, each magic beast can use a flame and depending on the rarity of the color a magic beast of the same level may be worth more or less."

The foxen turned its head lazily to look at Stefan. “She wanted to meet you.” The purple sage explained and waved her free hand at him. Stefan met its emerald eyes with his own. He could see the elements swirling with magic like glitter in its almond eyes. Those eyes also looked aged beyond their years. Its long skinny nose twitched before it leaped out of the purple sage’s arms. It landed for a brief second on the pearl before leaping at him. “Chrome!” The purple sage exclaimed. She stood up and made a swift hand gesture. The foxen dropped to the floor in midair.

I left before Aurora got up. “Aslan! Zarina! Caleb!” I called out as I entered the hall. Zarina was the first to teleport in front of me. She seemed particularly happy that I had allowed her to use magic inside the palace. Aslan arrived a few moments later. “I am going to Typhoon. Zarina, it will be your responsibility to take care of Aurora. Help her learn how to control magic. Aslan, it will be your duty to manage the affairs behind me and Caleb can do whatever…” I commanded and walked towards the clearing.

I see Logan standing and slowly going step forward to the girls who are in the same table as them. Everyone is anticipating for his next move, waiting and guessing in their mind about who the girl he would pick. I can see that the girls face, they are also excited. I caught my breath when I saw who he chose. It’s Hazel. Hazel screamed in pleasure when Logan grabbed her. Everyone is shouting right now. “Wait. Stop! Quiet, everyone!” A man immediately got the lemon and walked towards Logan and Hazel. “Logan..where do you want to put this lemon?” Ask the guy

"Except what?" Unwilling, she pressed the hands to her mouth. But by replaying the last moments in his mind, he found the answer himself. It was one he really disliked since it was either the baby or him. And he knew which he would choose. "Is it hurting the baby when you use your magic?" Hesitantly, she nodded. In reaction, his eyes flared with a cold fury that was also reflected in his tone. "You know that my magic is not completely stable and yours reacts to it. Then why the hell are you still touching me?"

She said wild eyed. I chuckled. “No,” I helped her get up. “Guys, look.” Sil pointed at the wall where the black hole first appeared. A ring formed in the wall, a crowded street was on the other side, as if it was some sort of wormhole or something. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. “The Ackbeth.” Luna said with a smile playing on her lips. The place looked like a normal market. Vendors here and there shouting out what they have. Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms.

"Finish up, Luca! Don't let me come in there and drag you out." And he would. I hurried up with the towel and stepped out of the stall. The guard with the towel was gone and it was just Maren. He looked at me and nodded his head once, probably satisfied with what he saw. He handed me some fresh clothes as well. "Wear these and come with me." The walk around the estate was quite giddy. My heart kept beating fast as if it wanted to jump out of my mouth. There were large paintings of Lord Kael all over his estate. The man just loved putting himself on a pedestal.

The dedicated space for livestock and training facilities reflected a thoughtful approach to balancing the needs of the military with the residents' quality of life. The collection of horses comprised both travel and warhorses, all sharing the same feed. However, a unique addition was implemented for the warhorses. The individual overseeing their care would allow them to graze on specially cultivated magic fruits from the dungeon. These distinctive fruits, including the strength fruit, agility fruit, and stamina fruit, were grown on trees that resembled coconut trees. The appearance of the trees for each type of fruit was identical. Similar to coconuts, these magic fruits would fall to the g

Camille answers. “And where would they be returning to?” I ask. “The private stables. Come.” She says. Camille leads me out of the castle. We bypass the main stables, a bustling center of activity with grooms attending to the royal carriages and courtiers' mounts. Instead, she steers me towards a more secluded stable located at the far end of the first stable. This stable was different, made of dark wood, intricately carved with designs of galloping horses and lush vines. The scent of fresh hay and leather greets us as we step inside, mingling with the earthy aroma of the horses.

That was how she met Master Finric, stable master of the CloudClaw palace. The stables stood near the palace’s western courtyard. Inside, the smell of fresh hay tinged with a hint of something strange and sweet. A lingering trace of special magic. The horses themselves were massive, towering beasts, each one at least three times the size of ordinary mounts, muscles rippling beneath glossy coats and their hooves echoing like drumbeats on the stone floor. She was just hanging up the harnesses when a clear, soft but commanding voice echoed from the stable entrance. “Finric, the hay supply is dwindling again.”