Wandless Magic Novels & Stories

"And this troubles you?" "Yes. No. I don’t know." Nathan dragged a hand through his hair. "It’s not just the bond. It’s the allure too. My father says witches pull wolves in with magic, that it’s not real. But the book says the bond is separate. That it’s not magic." Alice tilted her head. "And what do you think?"

she said again. "I was going to say something today. But then the Wardens showed up. No big deal, Kiema." Both Ransom and I snorted. He was an idiot of epic proportions if he thought that answer was going to satisfy our mate. Kiema slid her hand from his shirt to his neck, her eyes narrowed. Pinching her lips together into a flat line, she was glaring at him as she waited for something. Kord gave a nervous chuckle. "It's not going to work that way with me, Kiema. My magic is all bundled up and behind some massive barriers. I'll have to let you in, and I don't think you want everyone else as a witness to that event."

"I'll tell you after I've killed you!" I hollered. It's time for me to use magic because this fight is going to take forever. And I've come to terms with my flaws. It was impossible to invoke magic without a magic circle. Magic could not be produced if there was no magic circle because magic circles were the medium through which mana was transformed into magic. Crux broke out in cold sweat as the ball of flame nearly hit him, and he didn't even have time to balance himself out as the student's attacks became more intense.

It defied everything he had drilled into my mind about the necessity of a wand for magic. A burning curiosity consumed me. Could magic truly be wielded without a wand, or was that an anomaly? I felt a surge of determination to unravel this mystery, to understand the depths of my newfound abilities and the untapped potential that lay within. The stolen book held the key, and I was eager to unlock the secrets of magic that had been denied to me for far too long.

“What do you mean?” My mother’s eyes darken, the weight of her words pressing down on us. “The magic he bound himself to is called Veydris. It is forbidden—older than wolves, older than kingdoms, older than memory itself. Veydris does not grant power. It consumes. It strips away the soul, devours the body, and leaves nothing but a vessel of rot and hunger. He may seem unstoppable now, but his life is burning away like a candle thrown into fire. A year, perhaps two—and when that flame dies, there will be nothing left of him but ash.”

They whispered. I took a deep breath in, slowly, trying to assess my situation. Contractual magic was so powerful. It was the most powerful form of magic and I knew this firsthand. I waved my hand, signaling that The Shadows could be released. They slowly started to dissipate into the nothing and everything from which they came.

'' First we need to train your magic for that you need to build your mana or energy '' said Celia . '' For that imagine that you are trying to build up your energy then try to release it out of your body '' said Noir . '' Imagine that there's the magic within yourself as you can't use magic the magical particle in the air will give you mana now try '' said Adam . '' I will show you '' said Celia . She turned the tree in front of her into a little tree using her wand . '' Concentrate the magic within your body at the tip of the wand and release it here '' she said and the tree grew up again .

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two **** I saw Morwen's light still burning past midnight, a lone candle in the highest tower. And when I passed her office the next morning on purpose, just to test the air,her door was wide open, and her voice drifted out, low and sharp as if time itself blinked. She was pacing. Robes swirling like storm clouds. Fingers tracing invisible sigils in the air. “Only three forms of magic can undo true destruction: Chronomancy,banned. Soul-weaving,extinct. And…” She paused. “Perfect Echo. But that's a myth. A fable whispered in forbidden texts.”

"I am the landlord of this territory. And you are trespassing." "We do not recognize the laws of wolves," Vane replied. He raised a hand, and the lilies around him began to wither and turn black. A wave of "Unmaking Magic" rippled through the field, a frequency that targeted the very structure of Lyra’s shadow-magic. Lyra felt the obsidian blade in her hand flicker. Her wings felt heavy, the violet feathers losing their luster. This was the Black-Sun’s specialty—neutralizing the divine to make it mortal.

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.