Made From Magic Novels & Stories

The elements exist in this realm, along with the natural magic they carry. I gazed down at my own hands, seeing the thin, golden threads pulse and quiver. Hesitantly, I let the magic within me pour free. I wove the threads of shimmering magic together, hissing when they unraveled or fell short. It seemed the more I thought about it, the harder it became to intertwine those threads. It took me a few tries to clear my mind completely, and simply let the magic course through me.

Feels like an eternal life but actually didn’t. Magic is the illusion of power. You need mana that come from natural resources to perform magic. Some people used magic stones that can be found by mining in this world, as they used magic or the blood is covered by the magic stones. It's still complicated for Elise because she does not have books to read about magic and magic stones. That's why the mana of a magician is limited. they can die of exhaustion. But some people have higher mana installed in their body.

“What about you, Loril? Do you drink coffee?” “I never got the taste for it.” She said. “Well, have Knox here conjure up some fresh cream and sugar and I bet we can get you started on it.” “Cain, you know I don’t like to take advantage of the Earth Node that way. It feels wrong to waste magic on luxuries.” “Aw, it’s not much. This node will replenish the power in less than an hour. Besides, you are going to have to conjure us up some food anyhow.”

she said, probably trying to encourage me to work harder but it wasn't working. "We both know that isn't true" I scoffed, remembering how the goddess told me that Serena was using forbidden magic to create her monsters. Magic that had no limits and couldn't be contained, magic so dark it consumed it's user from the inside out, literally! "Mia, you can't just give up, you've come a long way" Rowena's gentle voice said as she sat down besides me. I hadn't said it out loud but it was true, I was giving up.

"But I’m not an idiot." At the top of the bag was just what she needed right now. She pulled out the dark brick. It glittered with the sparks of her fire magic. She saved her magic in case the king found her as he promised. But Pearl used just enough to make this. She held the infused item close to her chest, just out of sight of the three wolves. Her breath wafted over the brick sweetly. That single breath transformed the solid object into a hot and juicy chicken leg. It was golden brown on the outside. It was cooked to perfection and smelled so good that even she was salivating.

I concentrated on the walls, trying to see inside them. Again, as soon as I said it, even in my mind, I could see its construction. It was made up of trillions of the same kind of spider webs like my own magic. I told her what I saw. "Perfectly done. Perhaps part of you hides the magic from yourself." "Could the magic itself be hiding from me?" "I've never heard of such a thing, but, with you, I assume all things are possible." "Uh huh." Why was I so damned special? It was getting freaking annoying.

The tension in his body releases all at once, and he smiles. “By the Goddess I do,” August exclaims, “It just, took it away! It’s like magic! Are you absolutely sure it doesn’t actually come from unicorns?” “Yes, positive,” she replies, with her beautiful laugh, “I made it myself. No unicorns were hurt in the creation of this balm. It’s just a combination of herbs and a little healing spell. No big deal.” “This is great,” he says, excitedly, “I can’t believe it! It doesn’t hurt anymore! At all! Wow!”

I shake my head Sigmond gives me a look of badly fegined pity “How to take a bath?” “Of course,” I roll my eyes, tucking my arm back in the coat “Shouldn’t you abhor magic? Since you hunt witches, I assumed you believed they were wrong somehow.” “This can't be considered magic,” Sigmond walks over to the hearth, brushing a finger along the stone above. Flames upon those who dare come close. “Witches create spells and infuse them with demonic energy for them to work. Over time, magic can be infused in the words, and if the user has enough affinity for it, they may even imbue the effect in an object.”

“Are you saying that I can turn it into anything I want?” “More or less. Choose something easy to gather. But think carefully; once you give your magic a shape, it will stay this way.” Saura chuckled softly. “That reminds me of one of my apprentices who turned her magic into stardust. Just imagine how hard it was for her to pick up every single speck.”