Evil Mage Novels & Stories

Naevys is using Halamar’s lack of breeding against him. I hear Halamar’s scream abruptly cut off a moment before magma comes pouring over the top of the cage Naevys created. The elves around us scream and I rush to pull a mote of water around the magma, feeling the heat of the steam as her earth and my water collide. “Naevys, stop. He’s gone. You’ve defeated him.” “He was going to try and claim you, Laiken. After everything, they still don’t understand,” she snarls.

"Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Raguel approached him, Draven used forbidden magic and devoured the lesser deity. This act instantly endowed Draven with immense power and a desire for independence, establishing his own will. He trapped his human in the depths of his mind and consumed his soul as well. "Draven transformed into a l

She nodded and disappeared with a deep bow. ‘It is easy for you to be king,’ said Maddie with a smile. He grinned back. It took a while for Ilva to come back, say something to Raven, and then disappear again, bowing deeply again. ‘Ilva has confirmed what I thought the black magic there is of a very heavy vibration,’ said Raven, saying that dozens of white elves were on their way to Gizeh in the meantime. ‘Can you breakthrough that heavy magic with your collective magic?’ asked Rodolf, ‘yours and Maddie's?’

I could have mistaken him for Medusa with the manner in which his hair curled and twisted behind him; this time not snakes, but streaks of molten flames. A total contrast from Iris. Folktale had it that Valkyrie was banished from the clouds for practicing dark magic causing the world to live in chaos. Aemond writhed in pain next to me, his hair messy as he turned onto his side and coughed harshly. “Damn it,” he muttered quietly, cradling his sides. “What is he doing here?!” he growled

"She's using the corrupted wolves' blood to fuel a summoning ritual. Aveline, we need to go RIGHT NOW—" But it was already too late. The blood caught on fire and something started coming out from them—black flames… shot up into the sky, forming a wrong visual that made my skin crawl. And suddenly something started climbing out of it. But it wasn’t Morgana. It was something else. Something bigger. Older. Wronger. Outrageously Horrifying. A figure formed in the flames, it looked tall, masculine, with eyes that burned red and a smile that promised violence. Death.

I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl. "Sage, stop! Please, what is happening to you?" I begged, struggling against his grip. But he was beyond reason, his wolf instincts taking over. His claws dug deeper into my wrist, and I screamed in agony. "Sage, please! You're hurting me!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as my vision began to blur. But he just growled, his eyes wild and unrecognisable. His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine.

The big issue is that Imboko was using magical powers, he had a guardian spirit that protected him anywhere he went. To get him you first have to kill the spirit and the only way is to get the ogrism tail as he was instructed by Matendechere. Crasher, the immortal man knew it was a hard task, despite the fact the ogrism were in a cage, Abednego had a big challenge awaiting him. He was supposed to feed the ogrism so that the meal they shall feed on, it will cause them to fall into a deep sleep, and the tail will come out bulging; thus making it soft. Now when the tail is soft the magical sword will be able to go through.

“How so?” She got up and fetched a book before opening it to some pages in the middle. “Like I said before, I’ve seen some pretty interesting things in this long life of mine, and Eligor and his mate are high up there. Eligor is a dark wizard who went too far with his magic. He tried to create a new specie, but the spell failed and instead he turned himself into a botched version of what he was trying to create. It’s why their faces never stop moving. It’s creepy, and I guess it works to scare whoever they encounter, but it wasn’t intentional. When he met his mate, she was a different creature altogether, and he thought by performing the spell on her, which he’d tried to perfect over the yea

The black fog had countless purple eyes and those eyes stared directly at him–no, it was directly staring at his soul! Carlos paled. How can a creature like that appear here? And what was its connection to Duke Ysmael Santi de Ivrea, the Holy Maiden Princess Kristina Zariah Ventimiglia de Ivrea, and Princess Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea? Were they aware of this creature's presence? Furthermore, what was this black fog that had countless purple eyes in connection to that? How come that they produced almost the same pressure and aura? Carlos felt his body sweat and his heart was beating loudly. The same fear, anxiety, and confusion that had centuries ago came back.

They are truly demons. "Allamadin..." I uttered while staring at Ishmael. He looks shocked and as well as Ingrith. He's the one that curses everything in Magic World. The King of Evilandia. His lips curved a smile and then laughed out loud. "You indeed know me..." he nodded while grinning in amusement. Then he releases a powerful murderous intent. If we were ordinary magic users, we would probably be down on our knees now because of the powerful pressure. Fortunately, we were born extraordinary and our abilities couldn’t be underestimated.