Call Magician Novels & Stories

In fairy tales, castles usually collapse with a single spell. In real life, all it takes is a late-night call, a lifeless message, a knock at the door… Since Mom died, my castle had become far too big, far too quiet—without fairies to fix the mess or princes to save anyone. That’s why, when Kate showed up that weekend, it felt like a bit of magic returned to the place, as if someone had crossed the drawbridge just to make sure my kingdom hadn’t vanished completely.

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

“Yes, but I’m not the CEO of this company that needs to answer to the head of board.” Great, what am I going to do now. I refuse to marry any of these spoiled bitches that only cares about my money more than they will me. Females are only good for one thing, and I don’t need to marry one to get that. As I sit there trying to figure how I’m going to get out of this, and feeling I need sometime away from all this shit the phone rings. I look at the phone to see that it’s my best friend Legion Baphomet who is in charge of the USA mafia. “Hey Legion, I'm so happy that you called. I could use a good friend right now.”

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

~*~*~ Erica The silence was suffocating. Her mother's gaze remained fixed on her lap as her tears fell, one drop after another while her father remained seated on his haunches, his hands clasped with his mate's. She swallowed back her tears and managed to ask, "So...so if a ma-mage is someone who-who practices dark magic, then how-how did I become one?" her voice trembled with emotion. Adrian glanced up. His eyes appeared red-rimmed as he replied hoarsely, "I honestly do not know".

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

“Are you sure I’m ready for it?” “I’m sure of it.” Magenta shrugged. “After all, it’s just a spell like any other.” Then she held her hands up, her eyes wide as if what she was saying was of the utmost importance, which it was. “Now. When you want to teleport to a person or location, you say the word ‘traiceret’ and then the name of the person or location afterward. For instance. Traiceret kitchen!” Suddenly, gold and white sparkles encircled her, forming a mini tornado and engulfed her, causing her to disappear.

At that moment, Neil raised his hand and asked a crucial question, "If the spirits in the magic boxes are categorized, then does the magician's box contain spirits of magicians, the werewolf’s box contain spirits of werewolves, and the vampire’s box contain spirits of vampires?" Maria smiled and replied, "Neil, your guess is correct." Neil continued to probe, “If the werewolf’s box requires both a magician and Ryan, a werewolf to open it, what about the magician’s box and the vampire’s box?” Maria explained, “I’m not entirely sure about the vampire’s magic box, but the magician’s box doesn’t have the magical barriers that like what Maggie placed on the werewolf’s box. Therefore, as long as a