Wandless Magic Novels & Stories

How were they not dead? "Let me help." Laeddin waved his hand. It seemed Laeddin would use his magic on anyone but me. "Hang on." He tried again, waving his hand in a small swirling motion. I'd seen him do that same movement many times before in order to activate his magic, but this time nothing happened. He snapped his fingers, trying for a third time. The tattoos around his wrists sparked, but it was as though his magic had short-circuited. "What's the matter with you?" I took his hands. They felt warm and my fingers tingled with the remnants of the magic he had been trying to cast.

The only reason I keep trying is because my mother and grandmother want me to. There are different types of spells. The ones where you say the words aloud usually work better with a wand but are not always necessary. The very experienced and strongest witches who have full control of their powers can cast these spells without a wand. Then, there are the spells where you use your hands to touch or hover over the object or person and concentrate using your mind. This technique is best used for healing wounds, which happens to be what my mother and grandmother are best at. Using your mind can also be used to change or move objects.

Umbra barks at Jenny. Lucky for me the two back off and leave me alone. I feel as if my face might be swelling, but there is no way for me to look at or even touch my face. With my arms tied behind my back, I am an easy target for them. I am afraid to use my magic or tap into it at all. I cannot risk Umbra or Jenny draining my magic from me or killing me to get it.

After that, the three of them walked side by side and browsed through some of the stalls in the city. While browsing, Henry was attracted by a particular stall… The stall’s name was ‘You Definitely Can’t Afford It…’. Intrigued, Henry walked up to the stall and clicked on it. There was a white magic wand in the stall… The magic wand was beautiful. The lower section was a shiny, silver shaft, while the upper section was a silver crown. There was a pretty, silver, starlight effect around the magic wand. It looked ethereal. This magic wand belonged to the Counselor class…

He knew that if he would be able to use magic, his work would become that much easier. In his previous life, powerful mages like him had magic wands that they used. The wand was like an extension of the arm. It would help magnify a wizard’s powers and since he was here as a reincarnated being, he obviously did not have his wand. He thus knew that even though he could do magic for now, it would be low grade since one, Ravi’s body was new to all of this and two, he did not have any wand to help him amplify the little power he might have had accumulated so far. He also had not practiced to know what spells he could cast and which he couldn't.

today velliam learn about magic weapons teacher:- listen kids in this world we use weapons with magic. strong magic do high damage remember that you have some elements example:- fire,water, earth,wind and healing magic. today we learn how to transfer magic to weapons everyone take your sword and focus your magic through hand to sword. now start focusing eddy:- my wind magic cover sword that mean. it is more dangerous than normal teacher:- good student you are doing great. we only teach you how to use magic after that I will tech you how to use weapons and skills

Havermouth, Present Time Magic was in its very nature an invisible thing. You did not see a spell cast, but rather the effects of the spell once it found its victim. Therefore, the warlock Leighton appeared to do very little other than stand with his hands pressed to the surface of the ward, the energy blowing back his hair and causing sweat to break out on his forehead, but Samuel could FEEL the power, and see the reaction of the ward, its opaque surface shifting like water, areas clearing so that the dragons caught brief glimpses of the witches below scurrying about like ants as they tried to reinforce their magic by scattering herbs and arcane objects, and drawing runes on the bitumen.

“Magic is real?” Kieran, who was already moving toward a central oak table, didn’t even look back. “Not in the way you’re thinking of it,” he replied, his voice low and matter-of-fact. “There aren’t really witches with pointy hats casting spells from cauldrons. But there are… energies. Forces that predate humanity. Our kind, and others, can learn to channel them. It requires focus, intent, and rituals. It’s certainly not about waving a wand ”

Tyndale stepped over him and clamped his face with his hand, charging up a blast that rendered him headless in a matter of seconds. Alicia headed for Drom, Daito still beside him, emotionless. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous t

The coffee in my hand was long forgotten when Zeke tapped the page, right where the word ‘Conjuration’ sat in bold, blood-red letters. “There are only seven types of magic, though. That’s all Cordelia and Rowena said existed.” I shook my head in denial, but the words were printed right in front of my face. Zeke bit down on his lower lip, his expression morphing into what I liked to call his ‘thinking face.’