Upside-down Magic Series Novels & Stories

The doors were locked so that the three mates were left in peace until the service began, and the High priestess looked at her grandson lying so still amongst the silk folds of his final bed. The glamour spells were the strongest the witches, warlocks, and wizards could make for their heroes. No energy was spared to spin the webs that held their bodies together-only the creators of the web and those who fought in battle would know the true state of the Tri mates bodies as they plummeted back to earth after ensnaring Magnus forever.

"Because he— was the Magic King, the one and only that stood at the pinnacle of magic. So if he wants to, he could flip this entire island upside down without a need to snap his fingers." "…That's……" I found myself to be at a loss for words. It's not because I found it terrifying, but because I found it absurd. I can't really imagine how he could flip the entire island upside down. Does this mean I would fall to the sea if he flipped it? And— The Magic King…? Lefiya Rios Challia's the daughter of the Magic King…? No wonder her magic theory's off the charts. "… It's true." Lefiya continued. "My father doesn't follow the laws of magic like how everyone does."

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

We came down the ridge, We slid down the loose rocks until we were on the concrete area in front of the doors. Vida stopped ten feet from the entrance. She slammed the butt of her staff against the concrete. 'THOOM.' A ripple of energy erupted in the air across the open doorway. It looked like heat shimmer, warping the view of the tunnel inside. "Inverted Wards," Vida hissed. "High-level void magic. They aren't designed to keep us out." "They're designed to keep us in," Marcus finished. "Like a lobster pot. Easy entry, impossible exit."

This an opportunity to lay his foundation in his old world, not only those flicks of lights have teleportation property but a kind of space and time abilities mixt with it, its fascinating to think that he can establish his rouling domain in the world of the past under every one of those wanna be noses while using their superstitions against them as a starting point. ‘Only if I can control this ability to follow wherever and whenever my desire wish to go, but alas …. sigh!!’. Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

I tried to teleport but to no avail. "Don't waste your energy and try to escape with your magic. Don't you know that the dorms of high-ranking students like me and the other royalties has magic nullification spell so we can't use any sort of magic inside of our dorms? Though you don't have one in your dorm yet because you're a transferee that's why you don't have any idea about it. The higher your ranking is the stronger the spell is. It's to prevent us from creating havoc inside the dormitory building." He explained with a smug face. I was suddenly terrified when I realized what he wanted to do to me. "Ash, don't tell me you're going to do what I'm thinking right now," I said with disbelief

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

The Director let out a short, mocking laugh, signaling the guards to fire. Then, the world screamed. The salt beneath their feet didn't crack; it liquefied. The Non-Electronic Cataclysm The "Dead Magic" beneath the Barrens responded to Elara's pulse with a violent, chaotic surge. This wasn't the refined, directed power of the Iron Peaks; this was the raw, tectonic fury of a world trying to equalize its pressure.