Fantasy Magic Staff Novels & Stories

“I’m trying to read.” We sat in silence broken only by Coryfe’s movements, the crackle of flames and sizzle of roasting rabbit, and the occasional turn of a page. “So, what is more important than my changeling brother?” I asked him as I took the rabbit off the fire and divided it. “That justifies stealing me from the roadside?” He put the book back into his bag. “Magic power. Mine was stolen from me. I need to reclaim it before the month’s end, or it will be gone forever.”

The name of the son of Bathal rolls venomously on her tongue. A wicked smile painted her face and loud cackles of laughter echoed inside the empty, damp room. "So that’s where you’re hiding, hm… my pet." Excitement filled her, her body began to tremble. Ursula’s manic laughter resounded inside the West Wing once more. The Witch stood straight, using her left hand, she conjured the staff of Evil. She raised her left hand and a metallic rod appeared out of nowhere. The staff that holds the black magic she used to inflict madness on the previous King of the East.

“Not like this. It’s got a mind of it’s own and it’s hungry. It eats life. The land will die. But if we drive the Fae there, it will eat them, because all that’s left of them is stolen magic.” “Stolen magic. Does that make the land liveable again?” “I didn’t see any farther. But you need a staff with a really big red rock on the top. It will attract the Fae and they will follow it in.” “A staff with a red rock on it. Asia hon. I need some paper and something to write about. Do you think you can find me some?” “Yeah, sure. I’ll be right back.” Asia rushed off and went in search of Janine. “Janine emergency no time to explain, but I need to find pen and paper. As soon as possible.”

Effie said downing the glass in one full swing. “And your mother left you a magic shield and a staff?” “The First King’s shield and Sturgis’s wand, the wand of commons” “I thought Sturgis had a staff?” Kane sipped his drink. “Ah, yes and no. He won the staff in a duel. He used a wand made of goblin wrought silver before his famous defeat of the which Shophia” “Why would you need a goblin made wand?” Effie shook her head side to side, “It’s a collection of fairy tales. No one has ever seen it in living memory. Besides the chest said to be locked by the great Wendelin Ambrosius.”

Cyn asked while looking at the shimmering treasure of golds and magical items. “Leave it to me,” Sabrina said, then pointed the staff to the treasure and chanted, “Devour and stored!” purple magic came out from the staff and ate all the treasure. In just a minute, the room was empty and turned to dark. Sabrina’s staff lit up like a flashlight so they could see in the dark. Lucia and Cyn looked dumbfounded. “Woah, that’s the power of the staff?” they blurted out. Sabrina nodded.

A giant. Or rather, a man with human-like proportions but so tall that he reached fifteen meters. His long hair was entirely white, and his eyes were crystal blue. From the inside of his long white robe, he brought out a giant magic staff made from an entirely carved crystal. His steps on the ice echoed loudly like thunder through the area filled with heavy snowfall. “Sorry I punched you that hard, Dragon. But you must understand,” the man said with a rumbling voice, “That if I didn’t do so, I’m afraid you would kill me.”

His eyes snapped open, and without hesitating, he disappeared, leaving behind the scent of patchouli. In the busy city of Paris, he blended into the crowd effortlessly, his cloak flowing behind him. As the auction for the staff went on, the bidding frenzy quickly reached an unprecedented sum of fifty million. Just before the final bid, Dagon extended his hand, and with a simple gesture, the staff flew into his grasp. The onlookers, mostly human, were amazed and afraid as they saw the magical display. " What Just happened?" " Who is that?" " Is he a magician?"

It was as simple and plain as that, but beautiful just the same. Tamner held it out to me and, reaching for it, I could feel a trace of magic in the wood. Nothing special, just the lingering spark of the Earth's essence from when it once was a living thing. The surface of the wood was smooth and cool to the touch. My mind immediately raced with all the spells and magic that the staff could have helped me with, before remembering that it was no longer an option. I clamped down on the rush of sadness and pushed it away. There would be time to feel it later. Now, I needed to stand.

Caitlin concentrated. “I feel…the wind in my hair…I feel the warmth of the day. The humidity. It’s sticky on my skin.” “Yes,” he said. “Very good. Now, I want you to reach out, palm up, and hold the staff between us. Keep your eyes closed.” Caitlin reached out slowly with her hand, and grabbed hold of the staff. It was an ancient, worn, smooth wood, and she could feel the energy coming off it as she grasped it.

he gritted his teeth. Terribor held in his left hand his staff, Meealduan, the heroes quickly saw what was about to happen. Terribor glared at them and the staff erupted in a purple aura of magic, Warren had been taught by the Dean of Reinhold how to repel Meealduans power but only for a short time. “The staff consumes everything, that’s what you told me master” he thought as he threw his arms forward and large blue lights began to glow like a shield from his arms.