A Mage Novels & Stories

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" All those years she was passing between both worlds, the dead and living worlds. Milany was able to access her deepest and darkest power, this wasn't hard for her - after all, she was a mage." I then cut her off again since there was still something I don't understand about the witch // mage matter. " Still don't get it. Aren't witches and mages the same? besides, Do they even exist? though I hired about them, I never met one in my whole immortal life." I wondered, as expected she seemed to have the ideal answer to my question since it did not take her too much before she answered. " The difference between a mage and a witch i

He smiled at us, revealing his bloody lips as blood trickled down the edge of his lips. Suzy closed her eyes and started chanting incantations, she controlled every molecule present in the air and directed it towards the map to have a lead of some sort but instead, the map caught fire-- every part of it leaving nothing but burnt ashes on the table and burnt-out candles. "How is that possible?" I stood up immediately not understanding how and what went wrong. "It is simple actually, he is cloaked by magic. After all, he is a powerful warlock that won't do anything to stay anonymous considering the fact that he has upset a powerful family." Suzy raised her brow and grinned at everyone present.

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of magic. The concept of mages has been a popular element in various mythologies and folklore throughout history, often associated with supernatural abilities and the manipulation of mystical forces. In most fantasy settings, mages are individuals who possess the innate or learned ability to harness and control magical energy. They are often depicted as having a deep understanding of the arcane arts, allowing them to cast spells, create magical artifacts, and manipulate the elements. Mages are typically distinguished from other

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”

He picked up his half-filled glass and took a sip from it, all the while watching me carefully. “Spells?” I raised an eyebrow. “As in witches?” “Mages,” he corrected. “Witch is a human invented term. They call themselves mages. They are unique people who hold special and mysterious powers. They’re divided by covens just as humans are divided by religion. You’ll be meeting some of them tomorrow.” “How will I know if it’s a mage or not? Do they look like us?” I asked, intrigued. This might just be the most interesting news I had heard in eons. Witches were real! How cool was that?

“What…what is it?” Xavier tried to calm me while he demanded. “Tell us what’s so bad about being a mage and a wolf?” The healer shook her head, frown lines marring her forehead. “It’s not Alpha. It’s not good at all.” She looked up and added. “Mage Wolves are considered to be the harbingers of death. They are a creature of myths like we are to the humans. And if she is one, then…” I knew this implication. It had been directed towards me many times. The trailing offs, the unsaid words that did not mean anything positive.

At least I have Devon and all the shifters in his pack to teach me what it even means to be one. But the one thing no one can tell me about is how to be a mage, or what that even is. Are they humans who practice magic? I supposed that makes sense. But I have a feeling there is much more to it than a bunch of women brewing up a secret potion, or any image of witches I’ve ever seen in movies or read about in a book. No, being a mage feels like more than that, like a separate species of being, something with powers just like those of shifters who could turn into wolves.

And Aquila chose to stay faithful to her sacerdotal duties as the High Priestess of the Mages. Mages are witches with unknown roots of ancestors. They are the witches born, not knowing if they are from the East, West, North, or South covens. They are also the ones born as hybrids, having one parent a witch while the other is of another creation, including humans. But whatever the parents’ kind and race are, it is not ignorable to see that some of these mages are equally if not more powerful than the purebloods. One’s fate can never be told according to their parents’ race, identity, or denomination.