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.

Grimoire murmurs. "The crystal accepts

the violent push-pull of purifying taint, this is peaceful. Natural. The quartz drinks in

I open my eyes, it gleams with an inner light, small sparks dancing in its

carefully back in the box. "Still feel pretty full, but

the next one. No need to

I let the magic flow 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

sneezes. That smell gets

her so much, but her nose

fills gradually. I watch the light spread through

the final crystal, the largest of the three. "How much

a bit," Grimoire says. "The Grand Sage chose these specifically for their capacity. Quality quartz can store remarkable

stone in my hands and begin 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

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

the floor. They smell like

will hold that power indefinitely," Grimoire says. "You can draw from them later if needed, or use them to power spells. Useful if you have

skin has settled to a manageable level, though I can still feel the magic ready to answer my call. "We're going

"We can always ask the Grand Sage

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?

still alive and kicking—Lisa would have mentioned otherwise. He has a habit of vanishing into his cabin for

he can do what

the ceiling. "I've never needed it myself.