Earths Greatest Magus Novels & Stories

“The new hybrids were unstable and uncontrollable. They fed without limit and killed without mercy. The human population began to decline at an alarming rate, and it meant the slow extinction of the shifters as well. “But it weren’t only animals that changed and evolved. Certain humans were born on this Earth that had a deep connection with nature. They were connected to the spirit of the Earth and could draw energy from this endless source. They are called the mages. “The powers of the mages were determined by their ability to draw Earth’s energy. Some were stronger than others, just as some typical humans were stronger as compared to others. Among the mages, there were five who were consid

Maximus becomes lost in thought but then laughs, 'Yeah, but we know you're a werewolf, not a witch, so his comment doesn't matter,’ Maximus says. 'Then why do I have the ability to heal Maximus?' I ask him. He stiffens in thought for a moment, then looks back at me, 'I-I don't know... perhaps the Moon Goddess blessed you with the ability herself?' he says. 'Maximus, if your parents tried to save and protect the witch mate of the Dark Moon Alpha, then why are you enemies?' I ask, confused.

The monsters fell, one by one, until only their shattered forms remained. The image of the girl returned, her body broken but her spirit unyielding. "She became the first High Priestess," the voice concluded. "And in her memory, the Great Gods ascended to heavens unknown, leaving their divine energy to humanity, promising to return in humanity’s darkest hour." The vision faded, and I was back in the chamber. My heart felt heavy, the weight of the story pressing down on me. "Do you understand the story?" the mage asked, his gaze sharp.

I have no plans to bear the asshole Lycan king a child! “That’s one less thinking head on the military then,” General Delacroix remarks. “The skirmishes, are they mostly werewolves?” I ask, pretending to know nothing. “You should know better,” one of the generals snaps, and I take a deep breath to stop myself from snapping back at him. “Well, in that case… You’ve seen me use a sleeping spell during the Luna Festival, right?” “Yes, but we don’t have a massive magical reserve like you.” “That’s why we are creating magical tools? To compensate for the lack of magic, isn’t that right?”

"You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely." "A coven is more than shared spells," Gogo continued, slipping into Zulu as she often did when speaking of sacred things. "It is a bond of blood, trust, and fate. To break it is to fracture a piece of your soul." Rita hesitated. "You were in one, right?"

“The best magician in the empire?” “That’s right”, Alastair interrupted, he glared outside as if the fact annoyed him, “He’s known as one of the best magicians and used to be the previous royal magician , back when my father ruled. He retired when my father did and decided to dedicate his time to the academy. He inherited it from his late uncle”. Alexis hadn’t thought he’d be such an admirable person, she frowned as she thought of him. ‘Rude… he was really rude”.

- but it is not your decision. -Okay you're right. Now listen to me carefully. Azael is a millionaire- My insides burn when I hear that phrase- He has resources to spare to pay for the investigation and faster means to find Monique. - So that was the fourth option ...- I murmur, fitting everything into my head. -Yes, you just have to go out there and talk to him in a civilized way, just by moving a finger of his hand we can find your mother more easily.

Ella said, approaching me as she shut the door she came in through. "Hey El" I replied without looking up from my table, still trying to organise. "Oh, girl! You have been busy" she said, taking a seat on the chair opposite mine. "Tell me about it. The orders are getting too much. I mean I like it, it's my dream and passion but I need a breather" I said exasperated, pulling my hair in discomfort and frustration. "I think I need a break but there will be no one to take care of the whole thing while I'm gone. Would it be too much if I wished for the world to stop moving for a day?"

From its heart, something began to take form — tall, lean, carved from the dark itself. Eyes of molten red opened. > “Khaenat,” the Magus declared, his voice trembling with power. “Born of darkness. Spirit of night. My creation… my weapon.” And the being bowed before him, the sand trembling beneath his steps. For centuries, Khaenat served him — a silent executioner forged in blood and sin. Armies fell, kingdoms knelt, and the Magus’ empire stretched from the Nile to the ends of the known world. Witches adored him, wolves obeyed him, even the winds whispered his name.

My ears twitched in anticipation. She leaned closer to me, her voice lowered. “Years ago, Erasmus was a mini-god, serving under the moon goddess as an apprentice but he got greedy and she cast him upon the earth,” “Yes, of course. I know that story,” I nodded my head in anticipation. “Go on,” “As he fell on the earth, his body died and decayed into the soil but his heart never died and became a treasured artifact. Majesty Academy was built on the soil where the heart was buried,”