Made From Magic Novels & Stories

“You’re complicating things too much.” “Is magic not complicated?” I snorted, recalling everything that’s happened, from the moment I stepped foot on that train. “Everything I’ve seen this far proves it is.” “Drawing it from a source or creating it yourself isn’t complicated. You’re simply starting too big, which is why you keep making things explode. If it wasn’t clear what element you’re pulling from, it is now.” He chuckled and brushed back the strands of bronze coated hair that fell over his forehead. “Pick something small; unlock a door, send a paper scattering in the breeze. Use the magic that’s inside of you, and keep trying until you gain control, then we’ll move onto something bigge

The light made his skin look bluish. “Thank you everyone for being here. I am sure you all have a lot of questions. Unfortunately, I am unable to tell you more. You are here for answers, answers that can only be provided by a test. I will impress upon you one thing, never confuse magic with science. Magic is a force, science is a discipline.” An older roughneck from the oil patch asked, “What if we don’t want to take your test? Who are you to tell us how to raise our children.”

It is a note made out of magic and they know who made it. “I think we know where the coven is.”

I purse my lips as I watch him enter the bathroom. ******************************* Brandon hands me a bow and arrow made of flexible material. Not wood and metal. It’s more like rubber, but not quite like it. And somehow, I sense familiarity with it. “What is this material called?” I ask. “Laquisha,” he answers. “That sounds like a name of a woman.” “Because it is. Laquisha created this material from magic.” I nod. “Where is this from?” “From Stine’s family. I am loaning it to you. Once you learned how to use it, I will need to take it back. It’s expensive.”

She looked at Mona and exhaled heavily, “Do you know of a magic that could create a puppet version of a person?” “Yeah of course there is. You could use some medium for example wax, clays or sands.. so it would look like you except for the fact that you wouldn’t be harmed even if the puppet is destroyed.” “And if they are destroyed, those puppet will return to the medium it was used?” Rose saw Mona who nodded her head up and down, appearing confused as to how she knew about this. Rose massaged her forehead and sat down to her couch. She could see it would be useless for her to chase after the maid, especially when she would be long gone by now.

I would be fucked without them, but I never had to be without them. “The instructions look simple enough. I just use the Toslati and draw these two sigils. It should fill the closet with clothing for me.” I was surprised when it actually worked. I looked through the clothes in amazement. They were all my size and a variety of styles. Well, damn. Ezra was right that magic could be nifty. “Okay, perhaps magic has its perks. Why don’t you pick something for me while I do your closet?” I suggested.

Giving him free access to my center. But this was no creaking wooden table. It’s just a flat piece of rock. “It’s not as simple as that.” Veline explained. “Some things have to come slowly. Magic, especially that belonging to an individual rather than a group, is like a precious flower. You must give it room to grow then nurture it into full bloom.” I didn’t understand what she was saying. “You have to find it in its own time.” She elaborated. Brushing my sticky hair back from my forehead.

I had to know how to use my magic to attack. Fortunately, I was getting better at this... and I didn't need Asriel's special touch for my spells to work. According to Asriel, magic was a form of art, and witches and warlocks were creators, able to give their magic a form using the power of their minds. I tried it, filling my luminous orb with different colors, and I think I was making progress. Although, I was quite certain that my rainbow-glowing orb would have been completely useless on the battlefield.

Now, Aakifahlynn sat on a log on the bank surrounded by five large otherworldly beasts, and she performed her incantations, combining the samples in her hands and rolling them into a ball of blood, fur, scales, and leather. Soon, she let it go and watched as it disintegrated in a puff of blue smoke. The signature of her magic, confirming that not only her magic, but also her own blood, was used to create these beasts. She had confirmed it; these beasts were born of her magic and blood. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt. But how, how was this possible? Did these people find a way to steal her magic unbeknownst to her? Did they now want her magic for themselves?