Winx Club Magic Winx Novels & Stories

I whirl around to see Nissa and Winnie dueling another witch—magic crackling between them in static bursts. Then Winnie trips. She lands hard. The next magic blast slams into her chest. Her scream is the kind that flays skin. Her shirt disintegrates. Flesh turns black and raw, the wound steaming, blood and clear fluid pouring out. She curls in on herself, whimpering. Nissa’s entire body locks. The other witch freezes—realizing, too late, that she’s fucked. Nissa doesn’t even speak. Power builds between her hands, a glowing orb pulsing, expanding. When it’s so big that it nearly touches her spread fingers, she hurls it forward.

We parted when we heard clapping. Then I reached back and touched the arch, sending my magic into the wood and the flowers. The pixilettes fluttered away as teal and bronze flames sprang to life around us. They didn't burn anything, but they sparkled and glittered against the setting sun. The clapping grew louder and everyone got to their feet. My mom lifted Clare so she could see. The little girl reached out a hand and sent her own magic into the arch so it mingled with mine. All seven magics grew, their colors blending and lifting until they nearly touched the sky.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

His eyes were glowing faint silver, the same silver as Killian’s — only sharper, more feral. Elsewhere on the field, Harlow led her unit with fire in her veins, cutting a path through the enemy lines. Maera unleashed spells that cracked the ground itself, swallowing remnants in chasms. But for every one that fell, two more clawed out of the smoke. The guild was being surrounded. “Fall back to the ridge!” Maera screamed, her voice amplified by spell craft. “Form the circle!” The army obeyed, pulling into tighter lines, shields locking. The ridge was their anchor now, and if it fell, they’d all drown in the tide of shadows.

“How can we do that Zizi?” “Why not? I often start wondering if you indeed are on my side.” Zarina said crossing her arms and glaring at me. I forced myself to smile and said, “Don’t sweat the small, sister… We should wait till the ‘Heart of Magic’ is retrieved. Then you can bring Witches back to their former glory.” “You are brilliant, Brother! I never thought of that. Why not use her to get the stone before killing her?” Zarina chirped. Knock! Knock! Knock!

Kayda had taken a sip of wine and had winced at the taste "I think so far, tequila is better." she said as I smirked and handed her a shot. "Woman after my own heart." I smirked. Satisfied we were on our way to loosening up. I stashed my tequila bottle back in the closet, and we all looked at Sage. She mumbled a spell concealing our scents, and we all peered out into the apartment my parents were out as I had always known they would be. The only person here was the Palace gaurds at the door and Eoin. Sage took care of the Palace gaurds with a spell that cast a glamour over us, making us effectively invisible. The adults had not yet realised the extent of Sage's magic. The old witch, Madame L

“The Sinclair family is the most powerful and wealthiest family of all time. I tried many times to gain access into their property but I always failed. I tried to act as a maid, but I was never hired. I tried to sneak into the house but was thrown out. I tried to use magic against them but it never worked either, they were protected against every spell I threw at them and all that because of the book of shadows that they hold in possession. That book is every witch’s and hunter’s dream, it provides a great amount of knowledge and unusual spells. I can’t deny my happiness and relief that the Sinclair’s have this book and protecting it from every low life witch and greedy hunter. But, I need t

The portion is also used to hunt out witches and wizards living within the community. If you suspect that anyone is a witch or wizard, all you have to do is pour portions made from ‘Ukpotoro’ seed and the blood of an Albino the person, if the person is a witch or wizard, he/she will manifest and begin to fidget instantly. While observing these warriors from their mystic mirrors, they waited in excitement for them to walk into the middle of their territory before launching a random attack. They thought the warriors would be easy meat for them like when some hunters mistakenly wandered in their territory years back.

Ambrose pleaded. "No, I'm still not telling you. Don't pull the husband card," Matt said before sticking his tongue out. "Fine," Ambrose huffed. "Anyways, I won so I get the foot massage," Ambrose said, pushing his foot towards Matthew. "No. The deal was, if I win, I get a foot massage. I didn't say that if I lose, you get a foot massage," Matthew reasoned out. "Uh, no. I don't care about that. I still won so you have to give me a foot massage when we get back at the house," Ambrose said while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Ransom said. "Sure can, Ran baby," I said. I closed my eyes, talked to my magic. Felt the soft explosion of it down the street a bit. "There you go. All set up and ready." Everyone was just watching me again. "That's both stupidly awesome and terrifyingly creepy, sweets," Xander said. I turned to Mason. "Do you think I'll be able to just magic our win against the other Directs?" I asked. He smiled, shook his head. "No. They have magic of their own. Although nowhere near your level or power, but they will be able to attack as well."