Sci Magic Novels & Stories

I said. "Mackenzie, seems you don't know who you truly are." Sage shook his head negatively. "What do you mean? Do you know anything?" I asked, staring at him suspiciously. "Sage" Daisy shouted and the atmosphere became tensed as the wind blew heavily. I stood still with the two people in the midst of the wild wind. The man stood his ground and same with Daisy. Sage stretched his hand like he did earlier and the red stuff came out again ready to hit us but Daisy stopped it by stretching her hands as well and a blue light came from hers. It met Sage's own midway and they disappeared.

The light magic disappeared, replaced by dark energy. "Mom," Xavier called urgently. I glanced at Sia, who had collapsed, with dark magic swirling around me and filling the air. This magic felt familiar, as if it were my own and not created by Alpha Francis through the black thread. I was worried about Sia, but dark magic prevented me from getting closer to her or Xavier, as both were light magic holders.

The message hidden within was undoubtedly important, but its contents remained a mystery. As her eyes traced the curves and lines of the symbols, she realized that this was no ordinary spell. It was a form of scrying magic, one used to reveal hidden truths or visions. Her breath caught as she recognized the potential implications. If this spell held information about the recent disturbances in the coven or the identity of the saboteur, it could be a game-changer.

she said to Sigrid urgently. “I am not sure…” Sigrid gestured with a hand. “I am only an apprentice at scrying. My magic normally is focused on touching a thing, on where that item has been or will be. This witches magic is very… exhausting and unnatural.” “I’ll step into the circle,” Leighton offered. “We can change places. I am somewhat more used to this type of foreign magic.” He offered Sigrid his hand. “Thank you,” she accepted his hand and let him lift her to her feet. For a moment they looked at each other and then she smiled. “You are one of us.”

Sicca was doing everything he could to calm my nerves, but they were stubborn, refusing to bend. “Ready for a little magic?” His ice-blue eyes sparkled at me, playful and teasing. I nodded at him, then turned my gaze forward. He produced a small object from his pocket, almost like a miniature hockey puck. It was a vivid green. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it skimming across the gravel. As it landed, a green light shimmered upward from it. Sicca placed a steadying hand on my waist, guiding me toward the glowing patch. It shaped itself into an oval, like a massive mirror one could walk through.

Kiema asked. He shrugged. "Too much mental stress all the time is the answer I've gotten in the past. I'm not sure if it's true or not though. I imagine a lot of precogs work for IS in corporate settings and help with funding and resources." "What other kinds of magic are scooped up into IS before they can be verified for public dissemination?" I asked. "Revelator, Necromancy, Psionic, Psychometry, and Defenses." "I have healing, revelator, and defenses," Kiema said. "Why wasn't I snatched up by IS?"

But she already knew that. ‘And?’ She asked, after what seemed like an eternity. ‘This is serious shit!’ He uttered in surprise. She smiled at the way he said it but also felt the serious undertone. ‘Scrying is a tough business,’ he continued. ‘What is Scrying?’ She asked, not understanding. ‘It's part of Wicca, part of witchcraft,’ Raven explained. ‘To scry is to peer into a smooth surface and then be able to see something. The future or the past. ‘

The burst of strength is gone, and fatigue has set in. I get up and follow her to her shop. “I'm Sage. A psychic.” She explains and gestures for me to sit. “A psychic?” I blink at her. “Are you one of those foreigners who don't believe in psychics and magic?” She chuckles and pours two cups of tea. She pushes the cup to me. I reach for it, but stop. The scent seeps into me and settles in wrongly. Seems the pregnancy nausea has set in. “No, thank you, I'm good.” I shake my head, then answer her question, “I don't mind magic or psychic. I know that the world has more to it than we think.”

: “All of you get to your places for when the time comes, we will all keep in contact telepathically. Only talk when I say so or ask so. Understand?” ???: “........” ???: “I SAID, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!!!” ???????: “We Understand.” ???: “Good. Now leave.” After the mysterious person finished with that statement while looking at Naraja and his group that were way, way off in the distance. Peering and squinting their eyes at him. Naraja~, I’m coming for y’a. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------