Djinns Magi Novels & Stories

“And it is more powerful than dark magic?” Seraphina nodded at Achilles, “It is the most powerful form of magic, those that could wield it were known as mage’s, not Alchemist’s as Dhampirs are referred as. Mage’s displayed natural, raw and untaught magic abilities from a very young age, beyond our natural aptitude for elemental magic.” Achilles nodded slowly as he tried to understand the new information. “How do you even know Spirit Seraphina? I thought all of the scrolls and grimoires had been lost?” Helga frowned.

- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.” “There are levels of dark magic practised for humans, but for inter-real hybrids like me, we are not limited by mortal standards. Let me clarify, I was half-human, half-demon, but by practising dark magic, I lost most of my mortal traits. I mean, I can imitate them, but they are mostly lost. Dark magic works on a give and take principle.” “I am not actually ‘here’ per se, you see, I am simply a tracking mechanism so that when the real ‘me’ spots you, he can read my code then understand the nature of the deal we made. After all...”

"In that way, we couldn't run away from our bargain and can't stabbed each others back." "You're shackled by enchanted chains that restrict your magic." Mayari reminded. "That contract will have to wait until I free you, which I will not be doing." "Oh right, you are still a novice in magic." Jim sighed. "You can't do contract magic." "Then you just need to trust me." A smirked then curved in his lips. "I swear I won't betray you, May." "I don't trust you." Mayari flatly said. "And seeing this dungeon's security, its clear that it is enforced with magic."

Janaina sighed, "Someone strong enough to summon demons and to have them do their bidding… That’s a first…" "We all know what happened the one time our kind tried that; male demons are extremely hard to capture... to think they made a deal with them. It has to be a Djinn, normal demons are more… childlike, you could say; they don’t think like humans . Then there are the Djinn. How they managed to get a hold of one however… is beyond me. He must have paid an extremely high price…" Magdalene murmured. "So, is the enemy a witch?" I asked, frowning.

Despite the morbid topic of discussion, my lips curl up. "Demons are supernaturals who practises dark magic. As far as I know they are rare. Not everyone can practise magic and stay sane. But they are powerful because demonic powers on top of their inherent ones makes them more powerful than an average supernatural creature and sometimes stronger ones too." I have no doubt about their power because I saw Zenith literally ending Hansika’s life who was supposedly the best witch in aunt Jade’s academy. This thought doesn’t give me any solace. It only fills me with dread and more anxiety.

“Well, that’s great. Because of me, because of the event that I organized for you she got the chance to finally see you.” “Ohh damn! Where’s your brain?! You’re not getting my point here!” “Why not?! You know, you’re the one who’s confused here.” Magus is literally losing his patience with Dawn; he thinks that maybe he needs Dustine back and brings back Dawn wherever she comes. Dustine is easy to handle, and deal with since he’s afraid of him but the woman in front of him have a lot of gut and he can’t sense that she’s afraid of him, well, if his fangs are not showed she isn’t afraid but once it appears there goes the afraid Dawn.

It was bound by a powerful magical contract or a curse to its host object, but apart from this side effect, the djinn was rather powerful. “You still can’t tell lies or touch iron,” Zen reminded Akiko. “In addition, djinns are not very good with wolves or dogs. That might include lycanthropes. If you’re alright with these limitations, the djinn could be the party’s ace, specialising in manifestation magic.” Creativity wasn’t Akiko’s strongest talent. However, she liked the restrictions it had. With Zen guiding them, the Death Princess thought he could maximise her potential with such a strange ability.

Sidastir explained relatively loudly as he knew Magnus assumed it was Demonfire. "Dragonfire? No wonder no one has heard of it. It is obvious, however, that it's not Demonfire. Demonfire is black. You talked about another ability?" Lamag muttered. "Aouns demonstrates an extraordinary, magical ability. They feed on mana and temporarily copy the elements of the mage they have stolen the mana from. To put it differently, they can use the magic of others," Sidastir explained.

“And yet, I find it fascinating. A soul once thought lost — brought back. “Enough riddles.” Nox Windbourne, the Djinn Emissary, hissed, her voice like silver wind. “We must choose balance, not fascination.” Draven Stoneheart snorted, leaning on his hammer. “You all talk of balance and order while standing on the ashes of a school that this girl saved. Maybe use your heads for once.” Magnus turned toward him with a snarl. “Careful, dwarf.” “Or what?” Draven barked. “You’ll huff and puff and shed fur all over the floor?”

How will I ever reveal myself to her when I feel nothing but shame and guilt? “What did her magic look like?” Driana asked as I was still beating myself for my incompetence in her time of need. “It was stronger than I could describe,” I eventually said, not sure what Driana wanted to know. “Elemental, like us, but still strong.” “Good, because the magic in that beast wasn’t from a weak creature. It was dark magic, and it will be back.” “I know,” I whispered, dread taking over me. We need to know where that magic came from.