Circle Mage Novels & Stories

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

During their talk they didn't realise that way beneath them, in the farthest garden where Alexis and Hector studied, something interesting was happening. "That's impossible!" Hector argued back to an equally enraged Alexis. "Then how did that happen?" She roared back, pissed that he so easily wrote her words off as a lie. "It couldn't have. There's no way that would happen! This is shadow magic we're speaking about. It's rare Alexis. The Empire only sees three users every year" Hector was basing it off facts. It was how he usually did things and it seemed like the only sensible way. But, he had to admit, Alexis had a crazy amount of mana which seemed to turn to just about any shade that woul

"It’s just a game, dear, nothing truly magical in it." "I think there is." Kiara said excitedly. "What does my future say?" Amelia looked at the first card, masking the frown that threatened to cross her face. The card held a picture of a beast with red eyes. "What does the card say?!" Liam asked curiously. "It’s a wolf…" Amelia said, showing them the card. No, it wasn’t a wolf, it was a Lycan, she thought. "Oh, a wolf," Kiara asked with a tilt of her head. "It’s very ugly…"

In Magissa Magos, there are seven types of pins. One is black ataol with a silver border, for those with black magic. One is a crystal ball with a standard in the middle with an engraved fortune, its border is also silver, those with pins are for those who have the ability to see the extraordinary, to see what others cannot see. There is also a Wand, for those who aspire to a high position, legislators and those who want to be part of the operation of Magisé. Briefcase for entrepreneurs. Dagger for soldiers or fields that involve the physical. Goblet for those who are good at potions, herbs, medicine and whatnot.

The berserker demon is a black charred mass and the mage is on the floor, howling in pain. “Heh, I overestimated”, I say as I walk towards the mage curled up in a ball, nursing his wound. I’ll ask you again, answer and I’ll let you go with at least one limb. Who sent you?” He turns around and tries a last ditch effort to attack. “Blood Demon Magic: Death’s Grasp” . A black mist covers both of us. “ I’m taking you with me, mage!”. I sigh, and snap my fingers, “Sowilo” A miniature star the size of a soccer ball forms , burning the mist away, and the mage too. The dimension starts fading away, as I walk to go buy what I wanted before.

Her crimson eyes—ruby-red and sharp as fresh blood—narrowed as a new notification bloomed across her internal HUD, the arcane interface only she could see. **New Ability Unlocked: Hematomancy** **Description:** Use blood magic to summon a mirror for blood scrying. **Scrying Function:** Focus on any place or time—present, past, or possible future event. A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips. Finally. Without hesitation, Celeste raised her left wrist to her mouth. Her fangs—delicate but razor-sharp—pierced the skin with surgical precision. A thin line of blood welled up, bright and vivid.

Later that afternoon, the castle mages were summoned again. This time, they did not test her. They studied. Watched. Recorded. And one by one, their expressions changed from confusion to awe. “Your aura isn’t celestial,” the oldest mage murmured. “It’s something else.” “It’s both,” Lily said quietly. Because she understood it now. Light that chose to fall. Power that refused submission. The first true test came at sunset. Without warning. Without diplomacy. The sky split. Not with lightning. With fracture. A tear in the air above the eastern valley shimmered into existence — dark at the center, rimmed with pale fire.

Fire roared across the painted surface. Her breath caught. “Ahh… de fire wolf,” she whispered. “King wid flame in his blood. He stand ‘gainst de black-hearted one. But fire burn what it touch. Who left when de fire eat all?” Her hand hovered over the next card. She hesitated, her chest rising and falling too fast. Then she turned it. The mages. Painted in pale robes, eyes empty sockets, yet alive with power. The priestess reeled back as if struck.

Pru grinned. One by one, they pressed their palms to the parchment. The paper hummed under their touch, absorbing their magic like ink. Freda went first, carving her name in elegant, looping script. Pru followed, her letters sharp and angular. Rita hesitated, then wrote hers with a flourish, the parchment warming beneath her fingers. Freda picked up the dagger. "Blood seals the bond. No going back after this." "No going back," Pru agreed. Rita held out her hand. "Do it."

Hildegarde licked her lips and said. “That the tournament is more than it appears on the surface?” Mane asked. “Yes,” Hildegarde yawned and said. “Well, the commentator called Maggie is a Lion – a Predator that has been missing for the past few decades. Steel Fist has the aura of an Eagle – also a rare Predator. And there seems to be some bad blood between the teams that transcends a simple competition.” Mane stated with narrowed eyes.