Fantasy Magic Staff Novels & Stories

But I'm transforming into something. Then I see a staff, suspended in the air, glowing with ancient light. I feel like it's calling to me. I reach for it, and the moment my fingers wrap around it, something clicks inside me. I feel complete. I drop to the ground, and run toward the blood-soaked battlefield, ready to end this. I cast the staff at the enemy, and they collapse instantly. I watch in awe as they begin to die, so I stop. Instead, I slam the staff against the ground, and a shockwave ripples outward. They scatter, whimpering in pain, they are no longer a threat.

screamed a voice. Slowly, the room quieted, as their leader slammed his long metal staff on the stone of the ancient castle again and again. Soon, one could hear a pin drop, as the leader emerged from the crowd. Sage laid eyes on him: Octal. A man he hadn’t seen in years, twice as tall as the others, wearing a long scarlet cloak, and wielding the metal staff of Komber. He held the staff up, with its ancient crooked cross perched on the end of it, a cross said to be able to pierce and burn even the strongest foe, a mystical weapon feared by his kind, and wielded only by their leader.

“I need my bag in the truck, and my staff.” Mishka blinked at me. I felt the Hellhound shift uncomfortably at the mention of my staff. Let’s just say that a wizard’s staff is his most versatile and deadly tool. A wizard walking around with his staff is like rolling down the street with a tank. It’s intimidating, dangerous, and a blatant affront to everyone around. “If it comes back,” I said turning to the Hellhound. “I want all the protection I can get. I don’t want to end that fight in the same position as her,” I told him.

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.

Magical Water: is a water used for purification eg Holy water. Spell book: it contains recipe, spells, incantations for healing and protections. Healing Potions: it's a concoction made to relieve instant pain. it's also made from herbal extracts. Oracle cards: use for divination and gaining insight into the person's condition and the best course of treatment. Magical Fabric: like wool, cotton and silk used for creating healing talisman, poppet or binding spells. and last but not the least... Her Ancient Staff: Her main tool for channeling and focusing her intentions in the Magical glow eminating from the staff.

Although it was dark, but the moon illuminated the whole place. I didn’t go to the others, no I had a mission in mind and that is to take back what is mine; the STAFF OF ARUNDHAIL. Although I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it’s magic. As long as the staff is in their hands, the others won’t be able to win the war because Red Moon pack will be protected by its magic. I closed my eyes inhaling deeply and shutting out the world, instantly I found myself in a cave.

he shouted while pointing his magical staff to the princess. “We don't accept heretic in our temple!” Paris added, he also drawing his staff at the princess, “Now, be gone, you infidel!” Charlotte glared at them both, “How dare you to address in such way, you low-life mongrels!” she took out his magical wand imbued with a powerful ice crystal rune, a gift from his father, “Perhaps the power of my ice magic will teach you some lesson!” The princess armies were also drawing their magical staves, they were ready to attack guarding priests by her order.

“She is a much more worthy opponent than I give her credit for. She has Dreca. Miri used to own the staff, he has been missing for generations till now.” “Should I steal Dreca?” “You can't, it's not possible to do that. That staff is tied to all the white wolves that have ever existed. It can't be taken away. I guess she won on that one. I wonder what else she has under her sleeves.” “They said that she didn't voice out any spells. She just hummed and everything changed. I never thought she was so powerful. Things were supposed to go haywire yesterday. I'm not sure if I want to do this anymore.”

"I hope I did not startle you." I stood up, trying to regain my composure, but it was futile. "Ivy! How wonderful to see you," I responded, a mix of astonishment and excitement coloring my voice. "But what brings you here? And in broad daylight, no less?" A crooked smile revealed her crooked, yellowed teeth, adding a peculiar charm to her mysterious countenance. With eerie grace, she moved, clutching a gnarled wooden staff that crackled with ancient magic. The air around her was heavy with the scent of dried herbs and potions, reminding me of her expertise in the arcane arts. Despite her physical frailty, an undeniable aura of power and wisdom emanated from her, demanding both respect and cu

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.