Circle Mage Novels & Stories

Fionna questioned while my mind still stayed on the legend. “Maybe, but I am not sure. The barrier that the mage wolf created was strong. It won’t activate itself if someone goes near the location without any knowledge of the Pearl but if someone tries to apply their magic or power, then it defends and protects.” Elder Felix sighed. “I don’t know when the next mage wolf will grace this planet and if it does in this era, I am not sure if they will be able to help or how long it will take them to reach their full potential,” she added, shaking her head.

No evening birds sending their eerie calls into the failing light. No sign of life other than these vicious beasts. There were two mages working against their far greater numbers. It took me only a moment to realize that the mages were Hawk and Magus, the mages Warlord had helped escape the Guild under the condition they find and protect his sister and send him word. Hawk wielded a blue light that fed his power. Magus’ was green. But trying to determine who they were actually fighting against was impossible to pinpoint. There’s far too many wolves here to tell which are on which side.

Cassy shook her head and smiled to reassure her, she couldn't tell Paige that she had self-healed with her white flame, she wasn't even sure she knew what it was, so she decided to redirect the conversation to another topic and she asked her still curious, "You just said that mages have potential, what does that mean exactly?" Paige smiled at her again and quickly explained, "Mages have limited potential unlike warriors, depending on their potential they will be able to accomplish more or less. The second test I told you about, you're going to take it tomorrow to get into the Academy of Catara. As you have already turned 18, you don't need to use the herb I told you about, this energy reserv

“What does the tale say that will supposedly help us determine what is happening?” “Well,” said the Water Witch. “It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she re

he said in realisation. I am a darkling playing a mage.

"As expected, you look delicious." I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding harder and harder. His skin felt hot, so hot, and his warm breath fanned across my neck. I gasped when he licked my neck. "Mmm...so fucking good." He growled, running his fingers down to my back. He slid his hand down and down until it reached my panties. Without warning, he slipped his hand inside it. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. "It's called a magic hand," Luther whispered and nibbled my earlobe. "Let's see, how long would you be able to stand like this."

The core area consists of five Mage Towers. In the centre is a seven-storey intermediate Mage Tower, surrounded on either side by a five-storey junior Mage Tower. In the event of war, the five Mage Towers can create a shield to protect the entire Mage Guild, capable of withstanding attacks of up to sixth level spells or equivalent. A mage is never one to take a beating without fighting back. The Mage Tower also has a Spell Amplification Array, which can increase the attack range of any spell by ten times. For example, Fireball has a maximum range of 1,000 metres.

“The bond is not invincible. She is with him, and his influence weakens its hold.” “She is mine!” My voice echoes in the small room, but the mage doesn’t flinch. “And yet, she is not here,” he replies coolly. “The vampire’s magic is ancient, far older than anything I can counter. His territory is a fortress.” I grit my teeth, the frustration threatening to consume me. “Then what good are you?!” The mage leans back, his bony fingers steepled. “I will remind you of what I’ve already said: the longer she remains with him, the weaker the bond becomes. If you do not retrieve her soon…” He pauses, his expression grim.

Beta Chancy growls at his men, as he struggles to regain his footing, blood and gore rolling down his shoulders as he moves his head, his eyes white and blind as the spell reanimates him and struggles to keep itself going within the aura of my new form, which seems to feed not only off the natural energy of the world around us, but from every device and stored spell within the room–including those that make him work. “KILL THEM ALL!” Chancy growls, not seeing that his men are scattering, most of them dead and dying at the hands of the gammas that were only a moment ago prone beneath their blades. “KILL THEM…” With a sickening pop, his screams stop and he falls to the ground again, this time

"Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters." Aqua's pulse quickened with each word, the weight of Aunt Cleo's revelation pressing down on her like a heavy cloak. "Starting tomorrow," Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic.