Circle Mage Novels & Stories

Having Dillon and Luka be the main force against the Boss just felt strange. Not to mention that I was worried that Luka was going to be in a tight spot with me unable to reach him in time. Since I couldn’t use magic like Elves could, I could at least use my healing ability to keep Luka’s health up. Thankfully, I have made my healing ability a focus, which now allows me to heal Luka, even if by only a little.

Looking through the glass, a bright smile came upon his face and he pushed the door and entered. He quietly made his way along the sidelines and took a seat in the gallery. He looked out of the field to see a pink-haired girl in a tight bodysuit waving around two 3ft tall rapiers. It was Megan practicing her sword skills with no magic. This was what separated combat mages from practitioners of other magic paths.

Confusion and despair engulfed the remaining soldiers of Haguar. They look at their comrades slashing their weapons towards their fellows without hesitation. Queen Lustia watched the chaos unfold with trembling lips. Her eyes turned red as her fury engulfed her. She bit his finger, using her blue blood to draw a strange totem on her forehead and cheeks. "I call upon the Covenant of the Wild!" A magic circle bloomed beneath her feet, powerful and ancient, extending to the battlefield. The ground beneath them rumbled as all kinds of beasts rose up from the huge magic circle; There was a high-ranked beast like Winged Lion, Giant Eagles, Elemental Panthers and many more. They charged into the ba

Vanishing into oblivion like a sudden burst of light, the next card follows with the image of the powerful man with the might of his wand. “The Magician.” Holding the card that relay’s its meaning, she smiles and continues. “Trusted by everyone and hold the power to heal, he or she is in control of her life or so it may seem. A bridge between the worlds, yet the bait for anyone who seeks to have a deal in return. Take it or leave, would you rather be the card?” Followed by the next as the chain and pattern depict the seven prominent cards that represent the seven cores, yet probably not, she calls.

Magic surged at her fingertips, coiling around attackers, deflecting spells, and striking back with devastating force. Damien moved alongside her, his aura flaring, every step and strike a perfect complement to her own. When an enforcer tried to breach her line, Damien intercepted, a predator in perfect synchrony, fangs and claws flashing, magic rippling from his hands in lethal arcs. The battlefield became a storm of silver light, sparks, and shadows, the ground trembling beneath the combined force of magic and wolf fury.

“I can see the distortion from the enchantment.” I’m sure the blood has drained from my face by now. He wasn’t mistaken, he knows. The mage that drew my magic circle was one of the best in Theria. He assured me no one would see it unless they’re at the level he was or higher. Does that mean… “What do you want?!” He snaps out of his inspection, meeting my eyes. He searches them too before a small smile appears on his lips. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to go blabbing what I know.” He assures me, still I don’t trust him.

And Gareth, a powerful earth mage, shielded them from magical attacks, his earth magic creating impenetrable walls of stone. They reached the chamber housing the Obsidian Heart, but it wasn’t the anticipated silent chamber they had prepared for. Instead, they were met with a fiercely resistant group of elite sorcerers, their eyes burning with a dark, malevolent energy. These weren’t just ordinary sorcerers; these were the Obsidian Circle’s most powerful members. They were the Circle’s last line of defense, the guardians of the heart itself. The ensuing battle was a brutal clash of magic and might, a test of skill and sheer willpower. Arcane energy clashed, spells crackled in the air, and the

His eyes were glowing faint silver, the same silver as Killian’s — only sharper, more feral. Elsewhere on the field, Harlow led her unit with fire in her veins, cutting a path through the enemy lines. Maera unleashed spells that cracked the ground itself, swallowing remnants in chasms. But for every one that fell, two more clawed out of the smoke. The guild was being surrounded. “Fall back to the ridge!” Maera screamed, her voice amplified by spell craft. “Form the circle!” The army obeyed, pulling into tighter lines, shields locking. The ridge was their anchor now, and if it fell, they’d all drown in the tide of shadows.

The Heart of Magic. Jergintarth's eyes widened, and his body trembled with rage. "Who are you? Give back the boy's heart!" snapped Jergintarth angrily. “My name is Lycus, the great sorcerer. I am the most powerful magician among humans. With The Heart of Magic in my hand, my magic power is not only the strongest among humans but also the strongest on Magica,” he said with an arrogant grin. “To hell with your ambition! For your selfish interests, our kind is destroyed! Give back the boy dragon's heart!” snapped Jergintarth in a thunderous voice.

My face clearly reflected the delight I felt at this news, because he quickly continued. “Please don’t assume because you have a greater number of warriors that your victory is a sure thing. Mages have the ability to take out five or more of your people all at once. They do not have to be within close proximity to do damage.” “So, what is the best way to proceed?” Viola asked. Robert took a moment to think and sat down at the table.