A Mage Novels & Stories

"You need to practice defensive spells, Raven. That demon, his name is Beelzebub, and I'm almost certain he wants you dead because you're my mate." I laugh. "I suck at using magic other than my fire." "You're a witch, Raven." Lucy gives me a mysterious smile. I want to kiss his lips. "That means you're more powerful than you think. It might be hard getting into it, but once you stop thinking it's impossible to use spells, then the possibilities are endless." I sigh. "My grandmother isn't letting me join any defensive magic classes. She has made me join the potion-making ones." "So?" Lucy laughs. "Learn how to make explosive potions then."

Maureen sighed on what he said. “We knew. But the Head of the Magic Tower in Adira’s empire was the strongest Great Archmage. He had been a great help every devil’s invasion. Also, he had two Great Archmages with him. The Great Archmage was already scarce. If we kill them, we would be the one who’ll suffer.” Santi shrugged his shoulders, “Up to you.” He nonchalantly said. Maureen pouted at him and stared at his daughter, “Baby, we knew that you were the daughter of Santi but don’t grew up to be like him, okay? It’s okay if you got his strength. But not his attitude, alright?”

Once we are both inside, I press the button to shut the door. Musu takes a deep breath and looks around my private library. She spends a lot of time here, but she clearly doesn't understand why I pulled her in right now. “What is Mavri Magea?” I ask her, trying to remember I have no problem with her. “Uh, Greek. It can be dark magic or black magic,” she nods confidently. “You’re sure?” I ask hesitantly. “Yes, Alpha. One hundred percent,” she confirms. I sigh and rub my hands over my face, “Give me a moment, Musu. I need to have an argument with my wolf.”

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

“We would like more, but it is a hard world for mages.” “It is?” That surprised me. I would have thought that mages had the advantage over the rest of mankind, possessing, as they did, magical power. “A lot of people are intolerant of magic in the young, some continents have mage hunters, and then, studying magic can be hazardous in itself,” she stepped out into another hallway, this one empty. “There is a high mortality rate amongst the mage-born.”

Aldo agreed emphatically. Emmanuel, still a bit confused, asked, "Sir, what do you mean?" "Yes, you can become a mage," I confirmed, gesturing to the flame in my hand. "A mage is someone who wields magic, like this." I demonstrated by conjuring a ball of flame in my palm, its flickering glow illuminating the room. "A mage..." Emmanuel repeated softly, his gaze fixed on the mesmerizing flame before him. [Emmanuel - Level 12] HP- 109

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

I asked them, and they smiled. " What makes someone a mage, is the ability to wield all elements. Unlike witchcraft that can be learned, you are either born a mage or an ordinary human being. Although we can wield work with all the elements, we do not necessarily need spells or incantations to perform magic," Melena explained. " Yes, Ellis, we can wield spirit magic, and so could your mother and every mage in existence. " Audrey answered. I became jealous and sad because I was a very useless mage. I did not think it was fair to refer to myself as a mage.

I was glad he asked, because I couldn't even find my voice to speak. "There are light mages and dark mages," Elder Fabian explained, sounding far too calm for the situation. "Light mages give life, warmth, and health. Dark mages... they bring death." I shuddered, a cold chill running down my spine. Thank Goddess I was a light mage. "Your magic broke free of its binds when it sensed you were in mortal danger," Fabian continued. "It recognized the toxin and expelled it from your body to save you. Congratulations, Lady Raven."

Moreover, this person was also a descendant of Dragon Vein Blood, and even if he persevered, he would eventually reach the level of a 5th class mage or higher, so of course he had to be given enough attention. The head of the Mage Guild is a high-ranking 11th level mage, who alone occupies the central Mage Tower. The day-to-day management is the responsibility of a council of three intermediate mages of 5th rank or higher, one of whom is Dubois D'Erdo, a 7th-rank mage who is a friend of Baron Stewart. When they arrived at the door of Master Dubois' room, there was fortunately no 'person in laboratory' sign, so Christine knocked gently.