Made From Magic Novels & Stories

they burned when I opened them again, and by the shock on the faces of the four possessed women, I knew that they were no longer made of that whiskey brown color of the human body, but of the dark pink, magenta, coming from the infernal soul underneath. I was raised from the ground by my own magic, with colorful clouds that jumped from my fingertips and made shadows around me, like a shield of pure magic. My conscience was still human, but my body was made of everything and nothing. Solid and liquid. My hair swered, blown by a ghost breeze that obeyed the laws themselves.

Anyway, my main goal is to find them soon, my efforts are not comparable to my happiness with them. .. As time went on doing magic, I was quite concerned about my ability to be able to do magic without casting spells. I got an idea to try to make magic, maybe it's called Magic Creation. The magic that I will make is healing magic, I was inspired by the mmorpg game that I played.

Painting wasn't something I did in a long time. "What is magic paint?" "What is that?" Unlike the other paint boxes on the shelf, I saw one that stood out. Silas leaned in close to look at me. It says on the back of the box that it is made from special herbs and that temperature changes have strange effects. "Unexpected effects?" It was hard to think that a paint box could hold any magic. "Why don't we try it?" Silas thought of it.

Jane’s POV “What’s the difference?” I asked. From the tone of her voice I could tell that she was going to start preaching to me but I was beyond that. I didn’t want to hear her preachings. “Nothing,” she shrugged while folding her arms. “Magic is not some cool power you can use for an upgrade. It’s more than that. Magic is a lifestyle. With magic you can create and destroy. With magic you can build and take down. Magic can be beautiful and it can be ugly. You don’t want to have magic with an ugly soul. Take it from me, it is never a good sign.”

He lets his hand rest on the shelf overhead, his gaze on the books instead of me. “My brothers and I were created from shadow. We are the only corporal beings on earth made with that magic. So while we aren’t shadows, we’re... related. In that we carry that magic inside us.” “Made” with that magic. That’s not the choice of word I expected when I ventured down this path. I open my mouth, ready to ask him what he means by “made,” but I stop before I utter a sound.

These monsters looked much more atrocious and terrifying, so I knew we would have to use magic from the magic wells to eliminate them. It was the only thing I could think of. “I need magic from the magic wells,” I muttered aloud, and Bloom raised her eyebrows. “I've fought those things before, and nothing will kill them unless we use magic so old that it can fight them.” “What creatures are those?” Bloom asked, a hint of dismay in her voice. “Greco's creations,” I said without hesitation. “He's been experimenting with species to create creatures that will serve them, and those monsters are one of the many results he's obtained. I have a feeling he's modified and reinforced them to be a great

Finally, she let out a breath. “Alright, listen carefully, because I’m only saying this once. That tracking dust? The glittery stuff you can’t see but apparently burnt into your skin?” She gave a humorless smile. “It’s outlawed in the magical world. According to Lera, it’s one of the most dangerous things anyone can create. And guess who made it first?” The way she paused told me she wanted me to guess, but my brain was already a tangled knot of panic. “…The Moon Blessed?,” I asked slowly.

"But we are working it out. Hopefully we'll be able to have it all settled by this afternoon. We are halfway finished with the project already, and I'd hate to leave it the way it is." Normally a build like this would take years, but with magic it tends to speed up the processes. We have what we call weavers, they take elements and 'weave' them into things... Like clay and rocks and they become castles. Of course they need to be compensated, along with the materials we need. Nothing in life comes for free.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

The room darkened slightly and magic hummed beneath my skin. Silver sparks danced across my fingertips. I hadn’t used magic in months. I knelt beside the ruined gown and closed my eyes, so I could be focused. I couldn’t cause restoration tha would require too much power but creation was better. Red light flickered across my hands and a fabric appeared slowly with threads weaving itself from magic. Lace forming from nothing. The spell strained against the seals hiding my abilities and swear beaded along my forehead. Come on. Just a little more. A little more.