Circle Mage Novels & Stories

Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of magic. The concept of mages has been a popular element in various mythologies and folklore throughout history, often associated with supernatural abilities and the manipulation of mystical forces. In most fantasy settings, mages are individuals who possess the innate or learned ability to harness and control magical energy. They are often depicted as having a deep understanding of the arcane arts, allowing them to cast spells, create magical artifacts, and manipulate the elements. Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches

Standing in his left was the Exuberant Mage, Lalia, one tile away from his right was the Holy Priest Yahya, and one tile away from Yahya was Thomas. “In my dimension, these tiles are inside one board, called chess board. Let me give you the honor of knowing your enemy before carelessly attacking. I have the attribute belonging to the manipulator’s category but it isn’t really restricted to manipulation. To be exact it’s a contractual relationship I have forged.” Johann carefully stated while looking at hand which was currently constructing a magic circle. His voice was careful, too careful that it gave goosebumps to the wicked enemy. “Well, let me introduce myself to you again, I am Johannes

“A mage is trying to bring our shield down.” “What for?” “We don’t know, your majesty.” “Fine!” Theo looks back at me and outstretches his hand. I lay my hand on him and he pulls me towards the deck. As Klevon’s leader describes, there is a mage hitting the boat’s barrier. He’s floating, or rather, he’s using a hoverboard to make it look like he’s floating. “What do you want?!” Theo asks. With a crazed look, the mage points at Theo and says, “Your life! I want your life!”

Jokil approached Froster and offered a cigar, he declined. “Your quarry, is she a Battle Mage? he asked, tactfully blowing away the cigar smoke away from Froster. “Correct, she is a Battle Mage. Voltiir as well.” “This must be part of that new initiative, you think so?” Mangani Apemen had forejaws and molar tusks.

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.

' Right now, it's to get out of here. Someone is coming, fast-paced, light feet, unusually quick. Searching, I can hear their feet pause from time to time, an occasional sniff and the shuffling feet continues. I clutch the Sycadian, absorbing the warm vibrations it sends through my hand, the strength it lends me. It becomes clear to me now, what this is. An illusion, the sort only efficacious mages could call up, especially one of such enormosity. Like swirling a paint brush in the imagination. A powerful one, controlled by a strong mind. And for all I know, I am strong.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

“Why do you not want me to bother?” “Because she is ordered not to interact with you. Dragons are loyal, so if I tell her not to do something, she won’t. If she does disobey me though, she will experience an intense pain that will make her wish she could die.” Cyran shrugged as he started heading upstairs. “Why do you always have to be an ass?” Placing my hands on my hips, I started rethinking the part about wanting to be in a rush to escape. “Oh, by the way, did you like everything that my Maid bought for you? If there is anything else you need, just let me know.” He turned toward me, with one foot on the bottom step, appearing to be uninterested in what I said.

"My Luna, please come back to me." And that was when something inside of me snapped. "NO!" I screamed. With all of the power that I held within me, I threw my arms out and a shockwave rolled across the battlefield. As it did, I watched with relief as the wolves were freed from the magic. Tears filled the corners of my eyes as I watched everyone stand, including Tor. I looked at him and smiled with relief. His eyes poured into mine with happiness that quickly turned to dread. I caught a glint of metal in my eye and just as I turned, Damion was bringing down a dagger to my heart.

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”