I never had an end goal, so this story never worked before. I am drawing inspiration from a quote by Chris Argent about Berserkers make this story a reality. People playing with powers can tap into them, and become more.
I have so many ideas now.
I also will be rewatching Teenwolf.
AHS Coven was a huge help. The style of magic was perfect and it fixed a lot for me, establishing my limits. The limits and feel of all forms of magic and the essence of the Witches.
The First Day of Summer before Season One
"Vim, ut superi, priscum per sanguinem et dolorem!" Conner muttered, pricking his finger, allowing blood to splash onto the candle before him. He did not, in any way, expect to feel all of his energy escape him, blasting out and into the flames which exploded into an inferno around the room. He couldn't even scream before collapsing, drifting in and out for who knew how long. When he awoke, the circle he was in was gone, the salt and sand blasted aside. The candle melted but there was no scream of the smoke alarm. He felt... tired yes, but more potent than before. His body felt awake, his eyes freshly set like looking through new glasses.
He felt reborn.
Sitting up, he wondered about the room, the mess he he left, and smiled. "I did it... I cast a real spell... I wonder... what I can do?"
After cleaning it all up, he would take the grimoire he bought via eBay and hurried to local woods, ready to woods, eager to get started practicing the powers he just tapped into ... somehow.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.
