Cicin Mages Novels & Stories

“What is your title, exactly, sir. If I may know?’ He looked at me like he was Barack Obama and I was a greeter at the local big box store. “I am head of the United Council of Mages, Miss Nightingale. The highest power in all of magedom.” “I see,” I said, and then turned to look at Jaye for a moment who was trying to look all innocent. I turned back to him. “So where does the Council of Mages fit into all of this?” He looked at Jaye, too. “You didn’t explain to her?”

he stuttered, “Whoever teams up with her will be eclipsed and we all know that four winners, meaning one from each winning team .” I hummed thoughtfully. He was right. I leaned back against the wall, feeling sleepy. I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palms. This… this was what Elias must have been talking about earlier. I wish I could take the tonic or whatever that was. I closed my eyes instead, not caring if I woke up groggy. Mages are trained to be alert because one wrong of a finger and things could go awry but I was not here to win or even get a decent place, was I? ‘ ~~~**~~~

Only Magicians could open their Cyber Screen from out of thin air, while ordinary people needed a mobile gadget to access their Cyber Screen. He thought the kid was an ordinary human because he couldn't see a deity with him. For real? This magician walking casually without his System Deity?! The soldier had thought if the kid in front of him had treated his System Deity as a toy. Though he hoped that his thinking was wrong, it still bugged him to see a Magician casually strolling in this chaotic battlefield without their System Deity in tow. But the most reason he widened his eyes was the stuff that the kid has taken from his Cyber Storage.

“Then we’ll need a mage.” My jaw clenched. We both knew that was a problem. The crown had made enemies of every mage in the realm. After generations of fear and slaughter, few still lived and fewer still offered help. “They won’t work with us,” Magnus said, reading my silence. I clenched my fists. We were at a dead end, with no way forward. And all the while, Celene still was out there. With him! And we were running out of time.

A perfect partnership knowing and feeling each other's energy as we make our way towards our main target to end this now . Both Reec and Cicero are using their magic to lash out at our people and getting frustrated as the witches keep as many as possible safe . Cicero’s eyes shoot towards us as we near his location , the smirk that appears on his face has me almost stumbling . It sends a chill through me , it's as if he has something planned .

As soon as I learned that these organisms have food chains, I realized that they also have a hierarchical structure in their lineages, to which I responded, "I see." As I've heard and Xander has explained, the food chain consists of the highest to lowest species that they have. There are pure-blood mages, mixed-blood mages, and common mages in the society of magi. Pureblood mages have the highest ranking, while common mages have the lowest ranking. These ordinary sorcerers are born to families with no direct lineage of sorcerers. They are unique, but also magi with a limited magical capacity. These mages of mixed blood are those whose blood is a mixture of different creatures and humans.

I use the trees and grass as I arrive closer and closer to one of the mage, sitting near a corpse of a minotaur as she looks at her loot. Analyze! [Name - Alice Gungnir] Level:68 Age- 26 Species: Human Titles- Magic might Class- Battle Mage Skills- Bind, Meteor shower, Fire manipulation, Language Comprehension, Mana regeneration, Quick feet, Magic shield. It doesn't show any stats… which makes things complicated. System do you have an answer to this? [ Humanoid races are different from monsters] [The amount of health a humanoid race has does not matter if its head is chopped off]

“You’re no mind mage.” Kilvic shrugged. “Not yet. And mind mages aren’t the only kind of tactical mages, they simply tend to be better at it than most.” He chanced a glance at Ariadne again. She still wasn’t moving. “Should we be worried about that?” he added. “About what?” Moss asked. He stood beside Gyra, his hand to his head, shooting a girl with blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders an angry look. Kilvic suspected she might be Jacinta.

Tunde stood frozen as they disappeared into the shadows. “You see?” Makan’s voice was almost gentle now. “The Ruins take everything. I can give you something back. Let them run to their dust and hunger. You belong here.” Tunde’s chest rose and fell like he was drowning. His fists clenched, but he didn’t move. Not yet. ………. Citadel, Maintenance Sector The corridor Samuel barreled down twisted through the Citadel’s underworks, all pipes, dim mag-lamps, and steam vents hissing from the walls. Abigail struggled against his grip, but his pace didn’t slow.