A Mage Novels & Stories

Uh oh… I shut my eyes as a horrible sense of dread engulfed me. “I do indeed, my King! I would be delighted to demonstrate some of those techniques if you so wish to see them.” She offered merrily. You can only use magic on another Mage without killing them unlike someone who isn’t a Mage at all. I’m the only other Mage in this whole palace... Lucky me.

“Being a witch is more than just waving your wand around.” Mistress Sungul would always say, her own wand poised between her fingers. “We are what mages dream to be. We are what priests fear.” It was almost like a mantra. As Sungul leisurely paced around the room, soaking in my blank stares and gazing at the mist that oozed from her wand, she would repeat herself. Sometimes muttering so low that I had to strain to hear her. Usually, she was boisterous, loudly jabbering on about our roles as witches.

she laughed. "There is nothing you can do. You are not here" the Mage ignored her. "Oh my! You really need to upgrade your knowledge on sorcery" Maria bent down and picked up a rock. She hit the Mage on the head. He fell down unconsciously.

“I once heard that from Brett. But what is a Mage?” “They are wizards who possess magic. But no matter how strong a Mage was, they couldn’t beat the werewolves. Because some of their magic doesn't work for us. That’s why, believing that werewolves should not co-exist with them, they allied with humans and tried to kill us. For werewolves, Mages were our first enemy second to humans. However, the strongest Alpha in the Holmes fell in love with a Mage and married her. When the Packs heard this, they kicked the Alpha out. The Alpha of the Wayne spared some of the pack and then, they made a second Hol

She slapped her hand down on a page and began to read off of it. “The ability to wield Spirit magic is the defining character of a Mage though, their species is not. Most Mages are in fact human, contrary to the belief that only Dhampirs can be Mages. Whilst humans cannot train to become Alchemists, some humans possess the natural ability of Spirit magic..” her smiled grew into a full grin as she continued to read from the page. “Natural born, human mages can be identified by their unique spirit markings, as well as a natural affinity to be able to wield elemental, light and spirit magic.” She stopped reading and looked up to meet Seraphina’s eyes, Seraphina f

I demanded, pointing angrily toward my legs. “Of course, I do.” A strange look passed over his face. “After all, I am the mage,” he said simply. I gasped, my eyes widened as I stared at him. “You?” The mage was the generation chemistry genius, it was said, he had medicines for almost everything, the Orchid had gone to great lengths to find him but they never did.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

The book was somehow thick. Naomi's eyes were glued into a specific word in the cover. Mage? Just like how there are records about the night market in the first five books, there are also records about mages as well. Being a mage is a noble occupation, much more noble than merchants. In order to become a mage, one should have a lot of resources like herbs. The farther one goes towards the step of becoming a mage, the higher the resources they need. It was extremely costly that some people who have decided to walk the path of becoming a mage, especially those from co

If there had been a skilled mage, he would have examined the charred ruins and understood what had happened. There was no mage. Mages are odd birds in general. It's a rare talent, manifested maybe in one person in ten thousand, and then you'd have to find that one, teach them, and help them survive the rigors of training. Magic is not pottery. And, almost always, you're born with only one type of magic.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.