Circle Mage Novels & Stories

Calling out each character, I scrolled through until I found one that I liked. “Hobbit, Demon Slayer, Hunter, Angel, Elf, Fairy…” I stopped listing them as I froze on the fairy. Clicking the fairy, I smiled as I was transformed into a fairy. A mirror appeared in front of me, so I could see what I looked like. My hair was long and platinum blonde. My eyes were silver, with silver gems under my eyes and along my cheekbones. With a pair of beautiful silver wings on my back. I was about two inches shorter in the game than I was in real life, standing five foot nothing.

His name was Yama, the most senior Warrior of The Hunter's Guild. Yama was known for his deadly attack - capable of knocking down a buffalo with 1000 Health Points in a single attack. However, Yama's attack is ineffective against Magmar, a female-bodied World Boss with a long, snake-like lower body. Magmar is the summoner of lightning and carries a deadly weapon: two magic sword blades. Since Magmar is a magical creature, defeating her quickly requires magic weapons and Nebula energy. Meanwhile, Warriors like Yama relied on physical strength and Mingzhu energy.

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.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”

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.

As their formation was disrupted and their backline breached, the victor was already determined. It was astonishing to see them remain disciplined, barking instructions and commands to each other while plotting their course of attack. The mages quickly retreated backwards, exposing their backs to my summon, but it appears they have decided I am a greater threat. An enormous circle, a magic circle, appears above the heads of the mages. It was rotating rapidly, pulling everything towards it, and even their noble knights were having trouble keeping balance. There was such a strong disruption that even I was affected.