Arcana Magician Novels & Stories

Even if the old knight managed to get back up from the capital, there was no telling how high the death toll would be. According to Lorren, the chance of a goblin magician having more than one elemental affinity was rare. Unlike shamans, who were well-versed in debuff casting, magicians were capable of terrain reforming and manipulating nature with which they had an affinity. Using this ability, they could assist their allies or cripple their enemies. Both abilities were equally terrifying as there was little non-magicians could do against a magician. The Shady Merchant offered Zen an expensive deal demanding player credits in exchange for a low magic-resistant armour. The armour was not onl

said Aza as he put the plate in the sink, then took a bottle of water to take him to the room. The sound of the door creaking sounded in the quiet room, Aza immediately took the book then began to take a comfortable position to read it. "Among a group of magicians, the core of the magician itself is called the Cube magician who controls the crystal cube, there are eight cube magicians including blue, red, maroon, green, brown, white, gray and purple cube magicians," When Aza turned the next page, it was blank. "Huh? Empty? Give me a break!" grumbled Aza.

The first time I meet my girlfriend, Nadine Grant‘s parents, she stops me at the door. Her childhood friend and neighbor, Nick Lockwood, has just pulled a tarot card. The card says I'll attract trouble today, so I shouldn't go inside. Before I can say a word, Nadine reaches for the gifts in my hands. "Wait in the car for a while," she says. "When dinner's over, we'll go home together." I don't let go. "I've spent over a month getting ready to meet your parents, and you're not even letting me in?" Displeasure is written all over her face. "Andy, I'm doing this for your own good!" Before I can argue, she shoves me back into the car. Nick smiles at me through the car window. He says, "

She carried a bundle of scrolls, dust thick on the vellum, her hands shaking. “Stop,” she snapped, louder than either of them. “He is still Daryl. And if we want him to remain that way, we need this.” By torchlight, Maera unfurled the brittle parchment across the altar. The ink was faded, but the drawings were clear enough — a great circle, glyphs carved in a spiral, two figures standing within. “It’s a severance rite,” she explained, her voice thin with exhaustion. “An old one. Not meant to destroy the vault, but to break its tether to chosen vessels.” She looked meaningfully at Daryl. “It’s the only way.”

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

Her fingers gently traced the surface of a peculiar crystal orb, a relic said to hold the wisdom of the ages. “Elder Magnus,” she greeted with a knowing smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” Magnus bowed respectfully. “Elder Seraphina, I have uncovered something of great importance, something that pertains to the very essence of our coven’s magic.” Seraphina’s cerulean eyes sparkled with curiosity. She knew that when Magnus spoke with such earnestness, it was a matter of profound significance. “Please, share your findings.” Taking a deep breath, Magnus began to recount his discovery regarding the stone of Utah and how its magical resonance might hold the key to breaking th

Ava never expected to get answers from a fortune teller’s tent, but here Mia was, showing more interest in the outside world than she had in months. Hovering over the cards, Ava picked the rest of her set, placing them before her two-by-two. “Okay, now what do I do?” “Just sit back and watch.” Marnie’s eyes began to glow a soft shade of purple that steadily increased in brightness until her the entirety of her eyes glowed a vivid shade of violet. Ava couldn’t feign her astonishment this time, her jaw-dropping unabashedly open as Marnie made a series of symbols with her hands, the air around her wavering with the force of her arcane energy. As she watched, the purple light spread to the cards

The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing. To Cassandra, it was the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen. She felt the urge to trace her fingers over the inked pages. There were pictures of herbs, flowers, roots, and seeds. There were also diagrams and drawings of astronomy. Some of them with suns, moons, and stars, or symbols for the zodiacal constellations: two fish for Pisces, a bull for Taurus, a hunter with a crossbow for Sagittarius, and so on. Each of these had female figures arranged in two or more concentric bands. Mos

“You used your gift, the deceiving, the gift that witch bestowed upon you when she cursed us all to be bloodthirsty creatures! Your gift was to be used once in a lifetime and you chose to ruin my sister with it?” What? His gift? The gift of deceiving that was to be used only once in his lifetime? So, Aria’s gift was to share memories along with the feelings enclosed in those memories, Gabriel’s gift is seeing one’s past by tasting one’s blood, and Morrigan’s… Morrigan’s gift was to imprint a false concept in the mind of every creature in the entire magical world. How fucking powerful that gift was. “What did she ever do to you? My sister was a gentle being, warm hearted, she always looked af