Fire Mage Traits Novels & Stories

It felt… familiar somehow. Magnus’s eyes widened. “Did you feel that?” he asked, his hand joining hers on her belly. Cathy nodded, wonder and a hint of fear mingling in her voice. “It was like… like they recognized the name.” Or maybe like the name recognized them. Magnus’s smile grew, a hint of pride gleaming in his eyes. Pride and something else—something that looked almost like relief. “Kaito has the gift of Pyrokinesis,” he explained, his voice taking on a reverent tone. “It means he can control fire and magma. He creates heat shields, summons waves of flame… he can even generate magma flows.”

It was the only skill Fiona had aside from [Mana Manipulation] and [Mana Mediation]. It was an S rank skill that controls all elements down to their basic level. This is a big deal because when one is born, they have a particular affinity with one element; Fire, Water, Wind or Earth. Learning any other elemental spells that weren't your birth element proved to be a difficult task. Fiona's skill allows her to learn all element spells with increased talent without drawbacks. In my hands (with a negative four growth), it was the equivalent of an overweight man trying to lose weight, but he doesn't change his diet.

Adhira smiles at us once again before we start chanting inaudible words to make things be done. I feel my power surrounds me, as I feel scorching fire encircling me. My eyes start to change color, and now I know, it's starting to emit a currant red gleam. We continue chanting the spell, and our powers are getting more dangerous. I am surrounded by merlot red fire, the fire contributed by my mark of being the highest Igetes. My blue fire can make anything turn into ashes in an instant, but this fire will torment its victim first.

The air between them pulsed with a power so uncorrupted that it would have seemed the world would be torn in twain. Morgane called up dark fire, the sort that devoured everything and only yielded to smoke. She was a ghostly motion, her fingers tracing patterns in the air, her magic assuming the form of fire to do her bidding. It was a power born in darkness, created from anger and hatred. Emereah, her own body on fire, stood firm. The flame that burned for her was not one of rage, but of purpose, of hope. The flames moved, living beasts, turning to her, going to her, answering her pain, her rage, her love.

The core area consists of five Mage Towers. In the centre is a seven-storey intermediate Mage Tower, surrounded on either side by a five-storey junior Mage Tower. In the event of war, the five Mage Towers can create a shield to protect the entire Mage Guild, capable of withstanding attacks of up to sixth level spells or equivalent. A mage is never one to take a beating without fighting back. The Mage Tower also has a Spell Amplification Array, which can increase the attack range of any spell by ten times. For example, Fireball has a maximum range of 1,000 metres.

I hurl a wave of dragonfire, and he counters with a spiral of molten ash. We dance. Flame meets flame and every strike tests me. My breath shortens. My vision narrows. He lands a blow... just barely... scorching my arm. Pain flares, but I twist, channeling the Crown. My body glows. I summon the new fire language. I don’t just speak it, I become it. “**Ignis Aeterna.**” Light explodes from me. Not just heat, not just magic but pure fire. He falls back, shielded only by instinct.

Lottie spoke at length about everything she learned about herself and her powers, and she and Arly are the same potent mix of magic and fyre. That was one of the things she pointed out. The difference between natural fire, and Dragon Fyre, and how the latter is… well, it sounds terrifying. Marcel’s scars were caused by dragon’s breath, which has a fraction of the heat of Fyre, and it took a coven of witches to sustain and heal him as much as they did. If you are thinking Imelda was one of those witches, you would be right. I thought she looked young to be Hunter’s grandmother, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Do you know the terrifying price of betraying a god?” With those words, the surroundings were engulfed in a sea of flames. Fire was the Phoenix’s innate element! At its level, it only needed a single thought to transform the surroundings into an ocean of flames, helping it kill, trap enemies, or countless other uses. “Oh, no! Andrius has been controlled by its soul!” “Quick! All of us must join forces and drive it out.” “Don’t hold back and use your most powerful techniques.”

Procecsa then said. “Are you sure it’s possible for me to use it?” Mary asked. “I am. I would bet my lab that you have no problem using it,” Procecsa stated. For her, that was saying a lot, Mary thought. “I’m quite surprised you haven’t figured it out yourself, Mary. You’re a top student,” Procecsa smiled. “I have no clue what you are talking about,” Mary told her. “Let’s see if I can’t help you get there. What are the characteristics associated with fire magic and its users? This should be easy for you to answer.” It was, Mary thought. They have learned this the first month in basic magic.

"We need to channel as much of our fire into this arrow as necessary to pierce that hide. You focus on heating the tip; it needs to be just hot enough that it doesn't melt the metal. Got it? I'll heat the path it'll take and set one of those trees on fire to distract them. If we do that, we should be able to take down one quickly, but the other will be on us before I can notch another arrow." "Why can't we just boil their blood?" I asked, pulling my fire forward. It roared within me, ready to be unleashed. "They're impervious to magic—a wicked side effect of the dark magic that creates them. Their skins absorb it, temporarily making them stronger. That's why we use magic around them—on inani