Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 392 Ava: Storing Magic

Clumps of white powder scatter across the wooden planks of my doorstep as I stomp my booted feet. The others are headed to the cafeteria for a well-deserved dinner, but I'm too amped up to eat. Magic thrums beneath my skin like dancing electricity, even as my body's exhausted from the day's events.

"Your capacity has grown." Grimoire materializes beside me once I enter the cabin, in his favored childlike form. "The Grand Sage's quartz would make excellent storage."

It's pleasantly warm inside, encouraging me to throw off the thousand layers I'm wearing. Lucas always makes sure our place is tended to so I come home to a heated home. "Where did I put those stones?"

"Under the bed." Grimoire watches as Selene veers away from us, toward the far corner of the kitchen. "In the wooden box with the brass clasp."

"Running away already?" I ask her.

The stones reek of after you enchant them. They make me sneeze and itch.

"Fair enough." Crouching beside the bed, I pull out the ornate box. Inside, three chunks of milky quartz nestle in red velvet, each the size of my palm. "How do I do this? Same as the little ones?"

Grimoire nods, floating in mid-air. "Yes. These hold quite a bit more than you would think. They're of better quality than what we usually use for batteries, so it should be enough to drain you."

I cup the first stone between my palms. The quartz is cool and smooth against my skin, and I swear my magic is eager to dive into it. Closing my eyes, I imagine my excess power as a glowing river, channeling down my arms and into the crystal.

It takes little more than a second for the stone to warm against my skin. Energy pulses in steady waves, and my breath catches at the raw sensation of magic moving through me.

If I let it go too fast, the stone will shatter under its force; it's a lesson I learned the hard way months ago. Now, it's almost second nature to restrict the pace of magical transfer.

crystal accepts

purifying taint, this is peaceful. Natural. The quartz drinks in my magic

eyes, it gleams with an inner light, small sparks dancing in its cloudy depths. Lucas says

down," I say, setting it carefully back in the box. "Still feel pretty full, but

time with the next one. No need to rush the

even slower, savoring the strange feeling. It's almost as freeing as shucking off your bra at the end of a long day. The quartz resonates in harmony with my energy, creating a soft

her corner, Selene sneezes. That smell gets worse

scent bothers her so much, but her

second stone fills gradually. I watch the light spread

reach for the final crystal, the largest

for their capacity. Quality quartz can store remarkable amounts of magical energy. Not as much as,

the transfer again. This one takes longer, drawing the magic out in steady streams. My shoulders relax as the pressure of containing so much power finally starts

I place the third crystal back in its velvet nest. All three stones pulse with captured magic now, like a cluster of stars in

floor. They smell like a lightning strike

draw from them later if needed, or use them to power spells.

my skin has settled to a manageable level, though I can

"We can always ask the Grand Sage tomorrow if he's come across

I'm going to pull from the next purification, I'll need another two of these, at least." I'm not drained, but I'm still pretty full of magic. Maybe half? It's hard to tell, though Grimoire assures me I'll get used to it as I fill and drain my magic in more

scarce lately, though I assume he's still alive and kicking—Lisa would have mentioned otherwise. He has a habit of vanishing into his cabin for days.

a brilliant mind, though I still don't understand how he can do what he does. Magitech is even stranger of

peculiar invention," Grimoire says, floating in lazy circles near the ceiling. "I've never needed it myself. Pure magic has always