Softmagic Stories

Every time Tess fails, at auditions, friendships, or love, a flower blooms in her yard. What begins as a delicate marvel soon overwhelms her life. Roses spill over fences, lilies bow toward the pavement, and neighbors gather as if her failures were a performance. All Tess wants is grass again, something still and ordinary, something that doesn't move to the rhythm of everything she couldn't be. One moonlit night, a soft melody leads her to Hyatt, a tiny, quiet prince cursed to live inside the garden. He reveals that to break the spell of the garden and set him free, Tess must perform a final ballet. Accepting her failures and dancing through fear.

In the twilight lands of the Sylren, where villages glow with living crystal and dusk is the hour of truth, balance is everything-until it begins to slip. When small thefts unsettle a peaceful orchard town, an impulsive apprentice with an untested gift is drawn into a mystery that cuts deeper than missing bread and broken rules. The signs point toward something older, stranger, and far more dangerous than anyone dares admit. To uncover the truth, she'll have to navigate vanishing lights, whispered legends, and the fragile line between honor and survival. But the closer she comes to the thief's trail, the more she risks unraveling the harmony her world depends on-and the secrets hidden within her own glow.

꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥. ​꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞. 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 We Need To Talk!, 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ​꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚

Lydia and Cassian are from opposite ends of eternity. Lydia was born of shadow, a shade shaped by the River Styx itself. Raised by Charon, she ferries souls across the underworld and calls it duty. She's never seen sunlight. Never known warmth. Cassian was a mortal explorer. When he drowns, he wakes on the riverbank between life and death... and meets the ferryman's heir. She was never meant to speak to the souls she carries. He was never meant to stay. But some lights refuse to fade, even in the dark. A dark academia romance set in the Underworld, where love and invention spark before the dawn.

Short Story 1 Jack Kilver was the greatest adventurer in human history. Once he heard of a place that was so harsh that not even the terrible monsters outside the city dared not to go into it he knew he must be the first. He would accomplish the impossible Unfortunately, things never go as planned. Short Story 2 Things has been changing in the city ever since the new of Jack Kilver. Especially Emily's work, the company built by the woman who has moved humanity further in the future. She feels more devoted and passionate about her work. She just can't figure out why... Short Story 3 In a place where the trees block out all sunlight, there is a lonely building. Within this building, you'd find all manner of monsters and beasts. Sometimes, even monsters want to go where every one knows their name. Short Story 4 Lily lived a happy but simple life in her village, despite the war against the magical beasts of world still raging. When the war finally reaches the village, she expected her life to end with her family. She never expected a man to appear and offer her a deal. Tales Of Wonder are short stories that are tied in to a novel I've had in my head for years. They are related to the novel and each other. These stories are mainly to motivate me and to test out different writing styles. Each short story will be written in different styles. They take place in a world where magic and science combine. The first story here, I admit leaves the rules of the world and how everything works a little vague but each short story will add more and eventually the novel will tie up the magic system. Any feedback is welcomed. Of course, let me know if you want more stories.

Nova Luminara thought her life was ordinary-until a mysterious app appeared on her phone. Its glowing messages aren't just predictions-they are whispers from Goddess Curtesia, guiding her with gentle wisdom and quiet magic. Every choice, every moment, even the smallest kindness, begins to shimmer with wonder. As Nova learns to listen, she discovers that peace, destiny, and beauty can appear in the softest of whispers.

When Isabella Branson receives a letter tellling her she's inherited her estranged aunt's teashop in a town no one remembers, her life kind of wrecks itself. After a dangerously impulsive decision and a just-as-dangerous drive into fog, she arrives in Rosewick. It's overwhelming, magical, surrounded by fog that Isabella swears is sentient and all too charming. Especially for a town built on a leyline that's becoming dangerously unstable. If her move to a town where spells come as easy as breathing and familiars that like to walk through drying paint wasn't enough, now Isabella has to deal with the seal her aunt maintained for decades as it weakens and begins to disrupt the leyline. And when professor Katherine Ellsworth makes her clumsy introduction, guiding Isabella with history facts, quiet evening conversations and shared chuckles over late night pastries in Camille's bakery, Isabella starts to find out Rosewick might have a whole different layer of magic to it. Cross-posted on Scribblehub under the same title

She didn't look away . The sea between them stilled - like it, too, was holding its breath. "Do you always flirt with death?" she asked. He smiled. "Only when she glows like you." A myth of silence, shadow, and sacred blooming.

Milk Teeth & Moon Sugar follows Vesper Retchley, a dry-witted, sharp-eyed apartment witch with a talent for quiet magic and a habit of writing things down before they slip through the cracks. Her apartment isn't much - creaky floorboards, a stubborn kettle, a cat with too many opinions, and two pigeons who gossip more than they fly-but it's hers. And it's where the magic settles: not in spells or spectacle, but in small nudges, warm rituals, and the soft reshaping of everyday life. Vesper doesn't chase adventure. She brews tea, listens closely, and occasionally corners a neighbor in the hallway to help them get their life back on track. She writes not for fame, but because the world is always saying too much-and she needs a quiet place to answer back. This is a story about the magic tucked between the lines of ordinary life. Cozy, clever, and a little offbeat, it's perfect for anyone who knows that even the smallest moments can carry a touch of wonder.

Steven didn't ask to become extraordinary. He asked for a quiet life, decent coffee, and not to lose the people he cares about. When magic, monsters, and ancient rules collide with everyday life, Steven chooses restraint over spectacle and love over guarantees. Alongside Pixel - a genie who refuses to be a safety net - he navigates a world where power doesn't solve everything, and surviving intact is its own kind of victory. A grounded urban fantasy about choice, consequence, and what comes after everything breaks.

BASALM GROVE is a small town with a quiet kind of magic-if you know where to look. CORA, a gentle garden witch, prefers nurturing plants and keeping to herself. THEO, a demon conjurer with a sarcastic streak and questionable morals, operates on the opposite side of town. They've never gotten along, but when an unsettling new presence arrives in town, Theo and Cora must find a way to work together to protect the peace of their home.

Aeralune is a living world sustained by emotion, memory, and balance. When its people heal, the world thrives. When grief festers, the land fractures. For centuries, its survival has rested in the hands of three guardians who walk unseen among the realms. Zoom, a healer whose warmth mends both body and spirit, believes compassion is Aeralune's last hope. Frostwyn, bound to ancient duty and ice-cold restraint, hears the world's sickness before it speaks. And Kael, bearer of living fire, feels every sorrow Aeralune carries even the one he has never healed within himself. As floating cities falter and entire islands begin to decay, the Seraphim Ark calls them toward a truth long avoided: Aeralune is not dying from external war or corruption. It is unraveling from unreleased grief. To save the world, the guardians must confront the wounds they have hidden behind power, duty, and silence. But healing Aeralune may demand something none of them are prepared to give the surrender of what they have been protecting most. Because in Aeralune, holding on too tightly is just as dangerous as letting go. And the world can no longer endure their masks.

She didn't have a name-not one anyone used right. But the static knew her. And so did Seraphine. In the back of a forgotten library, Seralyth found a note tucked in a book and a presence who saw her without explanation. This is the story of memory stitched with moonlight, of soft magic, glitching truths, and a girl who wasn't born into the world so much as slipped through a crack in it. A chronicle of becoming. A series of echoes. This is where it all began.

In the heart of a bustling town, a curious young girl named Luna discovers a hidden garden filled with colourful flowers, talking animals and magical surprises. With her trusty cat, Whiskers, Luna embarks on a quest to save the garden from an old spell that threatens to wither its beauty. Along the way, she'll learn about friendship, bravery and the importance of nature. With each chapter, Luna will unlock the magic of the garden and find her place in this enchanting world. Highest Rankings: #1 in childrensbook #1 in bedtimestories #1 in magicaladventure #1 in secretgarden #1 in naturemagic #1 in softmagic #1 in childrensliterature #1 in childrensfantasy #1 in kidsfantasy #1 in magicalgarden #4 in wonder #5 in bravery #8 in hiddenworld

When I was reading a book series, I got carried away with so many of the things in canon. Taking place after the aftershock of the War of the Ember, I wish to tell a tale of the displaced owls of Kuneer, a tale of a fight over the fates of hagsfiends' reincarnations, a tale of the fallout of the H'rathgar Glacier Cataclysm, a tale of the Ice Bridge from beyond the Beyond, a tale of how the creatures of the Kingdom of Ambala adapt to their changing world: a tale of owls and snakes and more who laugh and cry and wish and learn, in kingdoms almost entirely their own, far from the forests of Tyto where we first saw the Ga'Hoole world. ⚠⚠ The original lore for the series seems at best insensitive and at worst weirdly racist at times when it comes to its in-story cultures and backstories "inspired" by real ones. This story can't be much better, as I'm the wrong person to write it, so reader discretion is advised. ⚠ As a fanfiction, this has spoilers for a series, but you probably aren't going to read the series anyway.

In the quiet hush of winter, a lonely wolf learns that even the coldest nights are stitched with stars. The Lonely Wolf in a Winter Full of Stars is an ethereal, festive storybook for adults, blending magical imagery with soft life lessons about courage, belonging, healing, and finding light even in the coldest places. Written in poetic, screenshot-ready lines, this little book is a comforting companion for anyone navigating change, loneliness, or new beginnings. It is a cosy invitation to pause and remember that even in the deepest winter, wonder still lives.

What if magic never died? What if it built cities in the sky? When Olga and her daughter Tanyusha hide from war in a cold Kyiv basement, they expect darkness. Instead, they find light. A door. And a world that shouldn't exist. Here, electricity was never invented. Here, magic powers skyships and healing stones, and people speak through crystal-bound communicators. Here, dragons sleep in the clouds, and the lost cities of Atlantis never sank. They've crossed into a mirror year-2022, but not theirs. And there's no way back. As the sky-borne nation faces growing unrest, Tanyusha may hold a power no one expected. And Olga must let go of everything she once believed... or risk losing her daughter to a world that already feels like home.

The kingdom of Averlayne was built on silence. On secrets. On a power no one dared to name. Prince Louis has spent his life learning how to be small - how to bow, how to obey, how to carry the weight of a crown that never truly belonged to him. His mother's magic is gone. His father's love is distant. And the darkness rising beneath the kingdom is something no one speaks of aloud. Until it begins to awaken. Harry has never wanted glory. Raised by labor and sharpened by loss, he knows only how to protect - even when it costs him everything. When fate draws him into the palace and into Louis' orbit, he discovers that some bonds are older than prophecy... and far more dangerous. As shadows gather and a forgotten power stirs, the two are forced to confront a truth neither expected: That love may be the strongest magic of all - and the only thing capable of breaking the chains binding their world.

In the twilight forests of Feyndral, where songs can wake seeds and roots remember every kindness, a young Groveborn named Rin faces a simple problem that refuses to stay small. His ceremonial vine won't climb the festival arch, and every piece of the forest wants something first-the soil, the stream, the moss, even the beetles. What begins as one child's stubborn task grows into a song that stirs the whole forest, reminding Feyndral that growth is never solitary. A gentle Sylren folktale filled with light, rhythm, and the whisper of living roots. Perfect for readers who love soft magic, forest lore, and stories where patience and kindness carry the greatest power.

This poem is for those who refuse to let the world take their imagination away.