Magic Circuits Novels & Stories

I approach him and offer my hand; he takes it, and I help him to stand on his feet. "Thank you. If you hadn't," He exhales, shaking his head. "Whatever happened, it saved us. And you were part of it." He says, gently patting my hand. I smile faintly. "As I said it wasn't me, it can't be me. It's the forest and its magic you should thank—or Brian's dagger." A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Robert's face, his eyes glinting with amusement as he shifts his weight and turns to Brian. "Is your dagger magical, and you've been pretending to be ignorant all this time?" He asks, his voice filled with playful suspicion.

But the memory of the magic circle makes me change my mind. "Well hi again". He says as he opens the door and shows me inside. Marks lives in a small one bedroom apartment, not very far from my house. His living room is a chaos of computer equipment, graphic novels and cd's with heavy metal music. On three walls are an impressive display of fantasy swords and against the last wall is what looks like an altar with ritual stuff. From the web pages I recognize the cauldron, the pentagram and the black dagger Athame. "You look like you could use some sugar". He says with a small laugh.

We weren’t prepared enough, we were cocky the first time, and now Marcy- “Hey,” Terran placed his on my arm and when I opened my eyes he only shook his head from side to side. He didn’t have to say any more than he already had, which wasn't much. One thing I was grateful for was his ability to know his place and not insert his opinion where no one wanted it. “The ground is set with magical trigger items,” he started once I was listening, “if Madeline’s magic senses an intruder, it will set off my magic and trap them temporarily within a cage of branches, but it’s not foolproof.”

And while the Goddess continued to happily blabber and laugh, Evan took the opportunity to think of a way out. In his studies he learned that enchanted chains, restrain one’s abilities to perform magic, that’s why it is shackled to the person’s wrists and ankles because the hands and the feet are the four body points where magic is being release. However, the chains will only hinder the person in performing magic but it will not stop the flow of mana. If he will come in contact with Mayari, she could lend him some of her mana just like before and he could be able to melt the chains, after all, Mayari’s mana is more powerful than the spirits’, their chains wouldn’t be able to stand the heat.

I wish I could also spend my school hours with him. "So...take care," I tell him. He nods but then suddenly stops me. "Ha?" I question him. "I have some advice for MCQs:. Whenever you get confused between two options, always choose the first one." He says. I nod, "How can you say this with such confidence?" He continues, "I have learned that whenever you get stuck in a place where you have to choose between the first and the second, the first is the better way and the fewer the regrets by choosing it."

And when each of those actions chained together millisecond after millisecond, she caused utter chaos within the system. Miko cracked her metaphorical knuckles and dug into the Prophets’ logic circuits while she entered a True Multitasking State. There, her Mirror Ghosts bombarded the entire system hundreds, if not thousands of times per second, and challenged the Security Intelligence to a duel. Sparks flew as entire swaths of code were randomly replaced and corrupted and removed. The logic circuits’ Intelligences were pulled apart bit by bit and tossed into the ether, as though an impending storm was on its way.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

Students wandered below in small clusters, more curious than alarmed at figures appearing on the terrace out of thin air. Celeste’s boots met the academy stone. The air here tasted sharp—sea on wind, and underneath it, the tang of old wards. The courtyard spread below, a mosaic of paths and marble that would soon be the center of something ugly if she did not move quickly. Her HUD flared with an alert: high-watt magic signature detected, direction variable, probable demigod. The same shard Ketsukagami had shown her stretched into a scene now alive with motion.

If I could align the Cipher’s watermark with the screen’s refresh grid, I could create a Null-Zone. ​I held the shimmering paper against the nearest wall. The interference pattern was violent at first a chaotic dance of black and white but then, the "Handshake" happened. The screen beneath the paper went black, the circuit shorted by the Cipher’s magnetic ink. ​One by one, the mirrors died. ​

I don't understand why she is nervous but it only matters that she is and I need to help her. “What do you mean?” Grace asked, just as confused as I am. Amelia's eyes shifted around the room. “Like…I don't know, never mind.” She shook the thought from her head. “No, princess. Go ahead and ask your question.” Logan muttered. She cleared her throat. “What are the risks?" She asked slightly more confidently. Grace displays a warm smile, some worry lifts off my shoulders as she seems to be trying to make Amelia feel safe. “Magica comes from the user, it can drain my energy but I come from a family of witches so my energy is more than someone who is just practicing.” Grace explained.