Female Magicians Novels & Stories

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

Mother Agnes says. I listen to the noise of the wind. "It is Sunshine. She is bringing bad news," I say. I can feel the presence of hurt and pain approaching with Sunshine. Sunshine was a bright witch with a big future, but then she fell in with Umbra and her bunch. Now she is a brilliant witch who uses her smarts and magic for Umbra. I guess you could say Sunshine is an evil witch. I think she enjoys it too. "Maybe you should go inside, Mother Agnes," I say to her, knowing she will not leave me alone to face Sunshine. Mother Agnes is older than us, but she is stronger when it comes to her magic. She knows spells and has magic that I will never have.

The referee bellowed, the words that had been suppressed for so long finally coming out, causing the referee to let out a huge sigh of relief! "Quickly chant, in order to reward your bravery I'll give you time "In the common sense of people throughout the continent girls generally serve as magicians or summoners or alchemists ---- anyway, not a very hot blooded profession, let alone in front of oneself is such a weak girl? Even Char couldn't help but make such a judgment.

The female magician screams at Asim with blaming eyes. Asim smirked and looked up at the beautiful face of the female magician that was now distorted by fear and uncertainty. “No… Miss Layla… the question should be… What… have YOU done? despite my warning, you continue to trust your planet-size ego and acted out of fear toward me… afraid that I would snatch your second-in-command title.” “Asim! This is not the time to blame each other! We need to find a way to prevent as much damage as we can!” One of the people in Layla, or the female magician camp stood up and began to mediate the situation.

My heart still thundered traitorously in my chest, and I pressed my palms to the wood, willing it to still. Madame Meera shuffled in, a wisp of a woman wrapped in too much fabric, drowning in a cardigan and khakis that seemed determined to devour her frame. Her glasses were comically large, slipping down her narrow nose, and yet her voice—thin as it was—held conviction. She loved knowledge more than appearance. That, I admired. “Today, we will learn about blood-magic,” she squeaked, adjusting her gold wired glasses. The word had barely left her lips before a smooth, sinful voice cut through the air like smoke curling through cracks.

“Everleigh,” she says, starting to shake her head. “Mahl is the one who made magic illegal –“ “You use magic on him every other night!” “And I am a professional,” she says, laying a demure hand on her breast and grinning at me. “You are a rank amateur!” “Oh, come on, Margot!” I beg, dashing for her and dropping to my knees in front of her stool. She blinks at me, surprised. “It will be easy! I did it before with Angeline and it worked so well! He’ll never notice!”

Greg took a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped at Sigrid’s face. “Sigrid,” he caught her chin on his fingertips. “Are you okay?” “Shit,” she tried to pull herself together. “That wasn’t the Mer. That was something else.” “What do you mean, that wasn’t the Mer.” “It was a powerful, powerful magic. A destructive crazed magic. I could feel and taste it on the air. Meguitte, perhaps? But why? Why would she do such a thing?” “What happened?” Tom demanded. “What did you see?”

The hot and cold flushes ride my shivering body in waves, compelling me to inhale and exhale shallow breaths. “What’s wrong with me?” I whimper as my breathing continues to grow shallower. The chanting in my head becomes louder until it finally consumes me altogether. “FAIR, SELENE, GODDESS OF THE MOON, LOVE, AND LIGHT. I BEG YOU TO SUPPRESS THE MAGICAL POWERS OF MY PRECIOUS CHILD, LUNA, UNDER THIS MOONLIT NIGHT. SHE IS MOON KISSED AND SHALL RECEIVE HER POWERS WHEN HER TRUE LOVERS AWAKEN HER FROM WITHIN. UNDER YOUR MOONLIT HEAVEN, SO IT SHALL BE!”

she finally asked. “That seems like awfully powerful magic for one young mage,” Slate said, still sitting at the dining room table. “She couldn’t have acted alone,” Margot offered. She had somehow managed to sneak in behind Everly and was washing the dishes. “She must’ve had help from other mages to be able to use the kind of magic that would allow the prison cells to be opened, prevent shifters from changing, and keep others in place.” Everly turned around. “Have you seen that kind of magic before, Margot?”

She slapped her hand down on a page and began to read off of it. “The ability to wield Spirit magic is the defining character of a Mage though, their species is not. Most Mages are in fact human, contrary to the belief that only Dhampirs can be Mages. Whilst humans cannot train to become Alchemists, some humans possess the natural ability of Spirit magic..” her smiled grew into a full grin as she continued to read from the page. “Natural born, human mages can be identified by their unique spirit markings, as well as a natural affinity to be able to wield elemental, light and spirit magic.” She stopped reading and looked up to meet Seraphina’s eyes, Seraphina frowned at Helga. “I don’t unders