Circle Mage Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

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.

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.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

'leave it to me' I will have to shift back soo enough, cause there are no attacks that work on Mage, I can only think of a handful, and Ophelia's attacks aren't exactly suited for fighting something that can take any shape or size as he wishes. I work my legs fast as I move up to a little hill and jump as far can reach with my jaw wide open and aim for one of the yellow eyes; but unfortunately, I miss and roll to the ground. I shift back quickly and raise myself almost 15 feet to meet Mage's height, I swirl my hands left and right trying to gather all the air I can around Mage, and then bring my hand close to each other. A smile creeps its way up to my lips as I hear Mage roar loudly, clearl