Evil Mage Novels & Stories

I feel anger running through my veins and I can't shut up. -And could yours be due to someone with more power than you here? -I imitate her.- Someone like ... your father? - I look surprised and she gives me a withering look- That you walked away from him? Please do not make me laugh. If you hardly have any friends ... nobody can stand you, not even Azael. Let's see if you find out at once. She looks at me with pure evil, then lets out a fake laugh. -In fact, I have quite a few, and at least mine is not dead- she says mercilessly. I really can't believe this. It can't be that bad. It is impossible.

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.

Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed. "It's exactly as it sounds, pup." Dagmar snarled. "Something has caused the block to lose its integrity and so whatever it was keeping in or keeping out might be able to get past the weakened part." "What could do something like that?" "Some kind of trauma usually." Ursula shrugged, looking at her aunt. "The manifestation of a wolf spirit maybe?" Dagmar shook her head, the soft empty skin under her neck wobbling with the motion. "No. It would be something much more traumatic than that. It would need to be something that would call on whatever the block is there to prevent."

I know he wants to lurched an attack but I pinned his hand down, motioning that it’s not the right time. “Well, what do you want us to do? Sit back then relax, and watch you all escape from our sight?” he laughed. “No.” he exclaimed afterwards. Words can not express how my blood is heating right now in choler. Auger stood there with pride while his eyes are wandering around the whole zone. There was no hint of censurable in those satanic eyes he has. It doesn’t matter to him to see countless of bodies lying. He’s a monster… He proceeded to take a step forward. I screamed when he step on Harry’s back, taking his time on the top, before proceeding.

Carla started to explain the situation to Igor. Igor could not tell if Carla was sad or happy. "What? Can I have a look at the image?" Igor made the request. "Of course." Carla waved her hand, and a small item that looked like a screen appeared in the air. It displayed an image of Eldrige facing Chase right before he died. As a sect that focused on cultivating the mind and soul, the Evil Shadow Sect was much more proficient in such tricks compared to the Nefarious Deity Sect, which focused on refining corpses.

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.

Meanwhile, In a cave, In an Unknown Location, A regal and enchanting-looking woman sat beside a pool and in that pool was instead of her reflection, the image of Olive fast asleep on her bed. And as Olive tossed and turned, obviously in the throws of a nightmare, the lady caressed the face of the image and whispered words that would leave anyone with a sense of foreboding. "Soon little one, soon" The regal enchantress turned to her left and finally acknowledged the teen who had been kneeling with her head bowed. "In two weeks, you will register as a student of Ravenswood High. The final phase of the plan will soon begin and I will have the vengeance I have longed for. You, my dear, will be t

Magic. And something older than both. Kaila whined softly. This is wrong. This place shouldn’t exist. But Velise shook her head. It exists because someone kept it alive. Someone who shouldn’t have. Ember lifted her wolf head toward Velise. “Who?” Velise reached out, touching Ember’s fur with her ghostly hand. Your enemy isn’t born yet. He is remembered. And memories are more dangerous than flesh. Before Ember could ask anything else, a violent tremor rolled through the ground. The ravine cracked wider. Red light shot into the sky like lightning.

A man who had shunned her parents and grandparents. "Valdis send me to get you." Esmeray bit back a scream when out of nowhere Lord Igor creeped up behind her. As a renowned assassin, Lord Igor was the only man who could creep onto her without her notice even with his abnormal giant-like frame. Lowkey Esmeray was aware that if she didn't have the advantage of magic and Lost Souls at her side she would be no match to Lord Igor's skills.