Fantasy Mechanic Novels & Stories

Now tell me what do you want] "Just a few skill. 1st Appraisall. 2nd Creation Magic but i can only create non living thing. 3rd Elemental Magic. 4th Auto Dismantle only work when i touch a dead body except human and lastly an Inventory." Hearing the thing i want her eyes bulged up, she was shocked by my choosen skill. She then said. [Those skill.. It can't be counted as cheat you know?[ I think it depend how we use it. So do you approve it" [Ok then, i approve. Sign up] With a smile i then sign the contract. And then there a light engulfing me. [Contract of Reincarnation. By the name of me, Goddess that govern life and death. I approve thy:

ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40 Speed- 64 AGI-64 Mana-200. INT -40 Skills- Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Fire Art (Unique) Magic Resistance(Mystic) Cursed( Unique) Miasma(Mystic) Flight(Mystic) Devouring Wings(Unique) Good. I don't have anything to say about this, at the end of the day he is only at mystic rank. But his skills are surely useful.

[Mimic Monster Body Slam]: Use your grotesque body to slam your foe with all of its weight. [Mimic Monster Body Projectile]: Detach your own body parts and use them as launchable projectiles. [Organic Stone Shell Creation]: Naturally grow organic stone shell resembling bricks, enhance defense. [Inner Flesh Manipulation]: Acquire the ability to manipulate your own flesh to an extent. [Tentacle Extension]: Extend the tentacles produced in your body to ridiculous sizes. [Stealth]: Utilize mana to reduce your own presence. [Camouflage]: Utilize mana to camouflage within your surroundings, which might temporarily change the color of your skin.

“I made it after finishing the specialisation because you took too long. After getting materials from the others, the blacksmith allowed me to borrow his workshop. It’s built from dismantling the magic wand the specialist NPC gave me with additional crafting ingredients for the buff. How does it look? It’s more efficient than waving a stick. I haven’t had time to create pre-casted magic circles into this, so it’s merely a punching machine for now.” Punching machine… Zen could hardly believe his eyes. However, upon inspection, he confirmed Damian was telling the truth. It was probably better for the NPCs to not know what he did to the magic wand. For any RPG gamer, having a magician’s wand wa

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

If she was ever in trouble, then I would still be able to get through to her as long as she did not have anything blocking it like magic or the cuffs that Ziyah had made. Imeela placed a claw right in between his eyes. It was not deep or anything, so the tears in his eyes were really unnecessary. ***** IMEELA I took a deep breath and slowly funneled in some of my aura. It was similar to Theo using his to make someone submit. Drawing from Jackson was seamless and added quite a bit of power and energy to it. I was not surprised though because of his golden rose. “How many people live at the palace?” I asked him first.

Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the witch. The latter looks away from me, her obsidian gaze descending on a large spread of thick paper on the table. “When Jimme returns with the Tantic girl, we would be one step away from the ritual,” she says before she slams her palms on the table, tilting forward on her hands. “However, the question still is ‘where lies the forbidden castle?’” Her eyes slowly come toward my direction, and mine to hers. She makes it look like she points the question to me, or she could find the answer on my face. Either way, I am not going