Abyss Magic Training Novels & Stories

"Asta showed up. Something pulled her away just before her full plan could be revealed though." I gave him the rundown of the situation, using both physical and implant to share it with everyone at the same time. "I think we're going to need to do some serious magical training. That means we need - " "Me," Lukas said as he jogged into my space, Asher just behind him. Lukas had a towel draped over his neck, a pair of Atlas' sweatpants on his hips. His abs were almost as ripped as Saint's. "Yeah. Tell us everything you know about Kiema's magic," Ransom said, charging around the kitchen island like he was about to physically force the information from Lukas' body.

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.

he said before he leaned the back of his head on her stomach. A bittersweet smile escaped from the young lady’s lips before she raised her head as she looked at the sky. "If my physical body isn't strong, that'll just go to waste, you know?" "Train. No complaints. I won’t accept your reasoning. Go here by the end of the school hours, I'll send someone to train you or you'd just see me here alone—that means I'll be the one to train you. You'll start next week. After class, you should be already here. For now, meditate and absorb more mana. Remember, magic has no boundaries and mana is limitless because our world is blessed with it. Even if your mana capacity is small, you can always make that

"But trust me, the training mages undergo isn't a walk in the park, either. When you start, you'll understand." "Learning to wield the elements, though challenging, pales in comparison to mastering spell casting. It's not merely about memorizing incantations or hand movements; it's a trial that encompasses mind, body, and soul. The mental strain is staggering, requiring intense focus. "One wrong incantation or gesture can lead to catastrophic consequences. The physical demands are equally daunting, draining even seasoned mages. Communing with magic opens one to incomprehensible powers and ethereal realms, a perilous journey."

We trained for a good three hours, perfecting my aim with magic and quickening my movements. I had a few moments of doing something I didn't know I could do, one of them being that I accidentally took away Aylin's sight and hearing. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to return them to her. At that point, she magically threw me across the field and threatened to rip out my esophagus if I ever did that to her again. I had wanted to watch my dad kick Roman's ass, but I was too caught up with my training.

And then he was gone—cloak snapping behind him as he descended the steps, swallowed by his kingdom. Aurelia exhaled slowly. Maelrik cracked his neck. “Alright, little wolf,” he said. “Let’s see what survives.” ........Training Begins...... The training grounds lay far beyond the palace—etched into stone, surrounded by towering obsidian pillars etched with runes that hummed faintly with ancient magic. Maelrik didn’t explain. He simply threw a dagger at her feet. “Pick it up.” She did. “Shift.” She hesitated. “Now.”

"Your body used muscles it's never used before in this way. It will adjust." The massage felt heavenly, and Aria closed her eyes, leaning back into his touch. But even as she relaxed, her mind was already turning toward the day ahead. The next training session would be more intense, Morgana had said. She was going to teach Aria how to shield herself and others using her magic, and how to sense approaching threats. Breakfast was brought to them by a young pack member, a girl who couldn't have been more than eighteen, with curious eyes that darted between Aria and Landon. Aria caught her staring and felt heat rise in her cheeks.

A few hours later, with barely any sleep, she took off to Winnipeg to meet with Panjik and Sonylla. “Thanks again for helping me train in spirit magic when I don’t even work for the CMMA.” “I don’t understand why the EBEE is only giving you hand combat training. I get that you’re being sent to a lot of conflicts involving vampires and shifters, but you’re a mage, you also need to train your elemental energy,” said Sonylla.

“You’re weaker than my brother’s pet cat. We run two hours every morning to build up strength. That will get us to seven o’clock in the morning and then between seven and eight, we will work with darkness. You need to learn to be in the dark to be able to embrace it.” I grit my teeth. “I want magic training, not core strength training.” I did enough of that when I was in the pack. Running is for crazy people. “To harness magic, you need to be in good shape. You’re not.” “Because I have curves? I’m not like the rest of the girls who are stick thin, but—” His hand falls on my shoulder, softly running down my arm as he cuts me off. “Your curves make you sexy, doll. Don’t insult them. I like loo

, Ayena said as Leon would always listen to the stories she had to tell as she fed the dark magic Inside that boy. "Now feel it, from within you, feel that power course through your veins till your fingertips", Ayena trained him, day and night, "close your eyes, boy, concentrate. Your body is young, your mind is young, everything is perfect. Give in, open yourself to the magic", and Leon did as he was told but his eye which had been shut now opened and was fully black as he weaved his little hands in the air, the dark light coming out from his fingertips as he played with.