Altered Time Fire Mage Novels & Stories

Axon spat out blood, his eyes filled with anger. Before I could launch another attack, Axon invoked a power, and it was too late for me to use any thwarting magic. It was a time-freezing spell, a magic that belonged to Alice. Axon smirked as my body became immobile. "Finally, I can take your powers," Axon said with a contented smile. However, what he didn't know was that my magic is fickle. It adapts to the environment and helps me escape. The time spell freeze was undone by my magic, and Axon's smile vanished. The other warlock who had come to aid him froze in shock as they watched me walking freely.

[Epic Rank - Spring of Life] [Protects the holder from all attacks for five minutes]. "Nero and Rage, retreat and order an immediate evacuation of the entire city!" There were only three minutes left. I was about to use Time Shift, however, the mage got luck. Just one meter separated him from the timeshift's reach! I could only offer a weary smile. Will negate work? I extend my hand, pointing to the magician. "Stop fighting and accept your doom, boy." "I'll kill you first if you say another word."

It was divine fire made of his own life-force, far more powerful than the regular Phoenix’s true flame. “Naïve!” Unexpectedly, the Abyss Python was not intimidated by Alaric’s sudden attack. Instead, its eyes filled with disdain. Alaric instantly had a premonition. Before he could understand... Whoosh... The next second, a brilliant force surged. Alaric’s speed abruptly slowed, as if time had stopped. Oh no! It was the laws of time! Alaric was shocked. He had forgotten about this ability. Now he was in trouble.

Her gaze unwavering and sharp. 'Let's see what she has got,' he thought darkly. His palm tingled as he unleashed his power. 'Ah, it feels good,' he thought contently as he attacked Erica out of the blue. He looked at her with satisfaction as she staggered back as the flames rose up in the air and swirls of dust and debris created a veil of fog. His lips tilted up. They did not fear him just like that. If Rosa was the Queen then he was the wielder of three Elements—fire, air and earth, a feat rarely achieved any other mage.

March 28, 2005 The guard lit the gas torch he was holding and brought the flame close to her neck. “Trust me, one way or another, we will expose you,” continued the guard, while another one was doing the same thing to Alejandro. “Holy gods from above! They are trying to burn you two. Does Alejandro have a twinning partner who can help him heal?” “He was considering getting one with Andrew, but then they lost contact with each other. His mate is a fire mage. She can't help him sustain the internal injuries like we do, but she can protect him differently.”

Inside the Flame Art's Three Fire Transformations manual, it was stated that the duration of the Frost Pill’s effect only lasted for about 1,000,000 years. Thus, James had to absorb and refine the Ignis within this period. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to refine the Ignis with his current strength once the Frost Pill’s effect wears off. Unfortunately, the time limit was absolute and did not conform to time spent in the real world. Thus, the Frost Pill’s effect would still vanish even if James spent a million years in the time formation.

Meguitte and Sigrid were bent over a small table set to one side, updating the map with the reports from Meguitte’s familiar and straightened as he entered. “Meg,” he said. “I need a fire spell. Something small enough to be held in bird claws and dropped from above. And I need it quickly.” “Thaelen,” Sigrid’s voice was solemn. “We need to speak with you.” “Alright, but first… Can it be done, Meguitte?” He demanded. “Can you do something like that?” Meguitte chewed on her knuckles as she considered. “I can only try Thaelen…”

The air was cooler here, tinged faintly with the metallic scent of old blood, carried on a whisper of magic that hadn’t fully faded in decades. Hale crouched beside the altar, brushing away leaves until the glyphs beneath showed faintly in the moonlight. His fingers traced the grooves like someone reacquainting himself with an old friend. Old magic. Bloodline magic. And there—etched faintly near the base—was the mark he’d been looking for. The Moonfire crest. It pulsed faintly under his touch, reacting as though it could sense her. Liora. “She doesn’t know,” one of the rogues muttered, stepping closer. His voice was cautious, careful not to interrupt Hale’s focus.

Still, she never expected that the answer would be far from what she — or Paradis as a whole — had learned. "… I'm a fire mage." … Mariana still remembered clearly what her grandma told me that day when I decided I would be a mage. 'No human has ever been a fire mage…' She woke up from her trip to memory lane when Ignis told her they should rest for a while. They stopped in the middle of a nearby shady area. Mariana inspected Ignis' face, checking for any signs that he might be lying. This proved to be ineffective, as he didn't show any emotions, anyway, but she still tried.

He was definitely a swordmaster who uses an aura of darkness. It was new for Logan as he never thought there would be a swordmaster in Brendon's raiding force. He scans Black Sword from head to toe, he is a tall, muscular and dark skinned man with bright blue eyes and pitch black hair. " Codename Mickel, I'm a fire mage. I burn down any building in a few seconds and give enemies a sudden attack. My magic is attack but there's a limit on how much I can use my mana," a ginger hair man introduces, shocking everyone present in the meeting hall except Brendon.