End Of Magic Era Novels & Stories

“This is a vast world comparable to the outside world. The situation here is similar to our Aricia Era.” Tyr was convinced that Max was right because after he and Magus came here, they had made a few gusses based on the clothes the locals wore. Their attire highly resembled those of the Aricia Era. The Aricia Era was a time when warlords ruled independently over their own regime.

"You won. You saved your daughter. You saved this tedious, mundane world. I hope the view from your prison was worth it." She turned and walked away, a lonely figure swallowed by the forest, leaving behind the ghost of her bitterness and a confirmation of what we had already felt: the age of magic was over. We had not just saved the world; we had ended an era. Years more passed. The path to the Vaelen sanctuary became overgrown. The world outside our clearing changed in ways we could only dimly perceive from the snippets of conversation we overheard. New trade routes. New alliances. A world learning to live without Alphas and ancient powers.

“The war is over.” The elder’s breath shuddered. “Then why is the world breaking?” Behind him, younger mages whispered amongst themselves, their hands shaking as they tried and failed to cast even the simplest of spells. Myrra stepped forward, clutching the tome. “Magic is… fading,” she admitted. “Something about Erythos’ presence was woven into the world itself. And now that he’s gone....” “We’ve undone something we didn’t understand,” Velora finished grimly.

They did not have any problem with his reign since it was his last year, a few months after, he was replaced by the current Magic King. But both the former King, my father and the other King, weakened so much. The restoring of earth's balance took all their magic. The other King died and my father's magic was lost. He was devastated at first but the entire Kingdom acknowledged his braveness and sacrifice, my father accepted things. He was soon relieved that he was able to help planet earth.

"She spoke of you to me recently. That you were a dragon of old that had found the life you longed for on Azica. She spoke very highly of you." "You honor me with your mother's memory." Saint/Ten bowed their head. "But my question still remains. How is it possible that Earth retains no magic?" "Humans have lost the ability to see it. Over time humanity's own progress, achievements, and revolutions made magic wane. Since it was not being used, it left. For magic requires thought, devotion, and diligence to keep it. From what my mother told me, Azica was moving forward into magical inquiry and study. They are gathering and building their magic instead of letting it fall by the wayside of their

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

That was so weird… “How come?” I failed to stop my mouth from speaking even before the words automatically just escaped from my mouth, “I am so sorry for interrupting but it was just so unexpected! Like, we are literally in the climax now and then you will tell me, we are at the end of the story now?!” “Unfortunately…” he sighed deeply once again, “yes…” “That’s so sad…” I told him while I was pouting.. “The magic has already ended even before the music started and it was all because of the traumas of the past.” He explained with a deeper voice, his smile had now fully faded.

As they began falling, his magic now faltering due to his lost balance, Jaida reached up and slipped the keystone around his neck. Just before they hit the ground, everything suddenly stopped. The wind quit blowing, glass stopped shattering, and the buildings stopped collapsing. Arius' magic slowly began disappearing, leaving only a memory of the destruction in its wake. It was almost as if none of it had ever happened. It had all ended so fast, and now they were left in only silence.

" i paused, moving around to the table. "As time passed the royal family began to wither as their blood mixed, princes marrying other races, contaminating their blood till no pure golden dragon reigned on the throne, they became weak, the people had enough of the misery these abominations brought and came together in one action and you know what happened next..It is history and now more than ten thousand years after their extinction, a pure golden dragon is born." Abigail bit her bottom lip, " Are you trying to say that our magic is useless? "