Circle Mage Novels & Stories

"Then help us find her." The Mage studies me for a long moment. Long enough that the silence begins to itch. “I can only do what the Moon commands,” he finally says. “And the Moon is… particular.” My heart sinks slightly. The hope that had been burning so bright suddenly feels fragile. Uncertain. "What help can you offer?" Damon asks. His voice is practical. He is already recalculating. Already adapting to the information. Already finding new paths. The Mage turns fully to me now. His gaze settling on my face like a weight. Like he is measuring something. Seeing something that is not visible to ordinary sight.

They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. “ I knew she would accept us,” Drago’s elegant mother moved toward Madchen with such a grace, it seemed she floated off the ground. Ariana grasped both Madchen’s hands in a gesture of acceptance. “Welcome to our family, Madchen,” Drago’s mother’s eyes shined like diamonds as she looked Madchen over. “This one here,” she smiled, “Is special. I sense she is full of magic, in her own right,” Madchen arched a brow, doubt written all over her delicate features.

“Is Miasma even your name?” Miasma nodded. “And I have always loved chariko. I love that it makes people a little kinder to each other. And I never asked to be a Magos. Same as you …” she held up her hand as Ilyria started to interrupt, “Same as you, Ilyria. My element is earth though. Yours is metal.” “What?” Ilyria stood dumbly, in her head, pieces clicked into place and a strange sort of sense emerged.

Cedric glared at me and then he just smirked. All the children are now tied inside the magic circle surrounding us. I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty.

Maureen sighed on what he said. “We knew. But the Head of the Magic Tower in Adira’s empire was the strongest Great Archmage. He had been a great help every devil’s invasion. Also, he had two Great Archmages with him. The Great Archmage was already scarce. If we kill them, we would be the one who’ll suffer.” Santi shrugged his shoulders, “Up to you.” He nonchalantly said. Maureen pouted at him and stared at his daughter, “Baby, we knew that you were the daughter of Santi but don’t grew up to be like him, okay? It’s okay if you got his strength. But not his attitude, alright?”

I checked the system to see the list of my skills Main skills: [Mana Mastery] [Magic Mastery] [Dark Magic] [Space Magic] [Enchant Magic] [Psychic Magic] [Evil Eyes] [Abyss Magic] [Martial Art] [Magic Craft] Sub skills: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] [Evil Eye of Distortion] [Evil Eye of Illusion] [Evil Eye Grudge] [Mana Records] [Take Over] [Telekinesis] [Space Maneuver] [Force Field] [Pain infliction] [Provocation][Dark Manipulation] [Curse Magic] [Puppet Mastery] [Totem Magic] [Witchcraft] [Necromancy] [Time Arc] [Archive]

he asked in quick succession. “Hold on, one thing at a time. You probably can’t move because your body lost so much blood, I had to bind you to keep you still so I could transfuse you with some of mine,” she said showing a thin magical stream of red blood flowing over to a place on himself Rex couldn’t see,” Two, I don’t know exactly where we are. Three, I have a feeling we may be somewhere unfamiliar to me inside of the spirit realm, which means magic is given to mages called ‘sho’cendi’ which is granted from a familiar you must find and bond with, that could explain your lack of use with magic, and about Fafnir being gone, I don’t know.” “How long until you’re done?”

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

"You know, in the world of mages, eye color is a significant indicator of power. For regular mages, when they're tapping into their abilities, their eyes turn a vivid shade of purple. It's a well-known trait, almost a hallmark of their magic." He paused, looking intently at Astrid. "But for the royal family, it's different. They possess a unique and rare eye color. When they channel their powers, their eyes transform into a mesmerizing shade of opalescent teal, shimmering with hues of blue and green. This color is a symbol of their elevated status and the ancient magic flowing through their veins."

“You did this.” The mage barely flinched. “That’s an interesting accusation.” “We had a deal, mage,” Magnus spat. “You signed a contract to guide us, not to leech off him.” His dagger was out in seconds, the tip aimed at the mage’s throat. “You’re stealing his life force, aren’t you? That’s how your kind stays strong. And now, you’re killing him.” The mage smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “If I was, do you think he’d still be standing?”