Genshin Abyss Mages Novels & Stories

" well I lied that used to be a goblin 1 year ago but after entering the mountain, that happened " ' that giant thing was a lovely being ? could this be another artifact ? if so lucky it's most likely my dark maze ,though i said maze it's just a stone rod that exchanges your consiousness to a stronger body at the sacrifice of the old pretty convient but it takes you back to a child state so it's a bit disadvantageous to humans but not demons though since they mature quickly' Jack was definely going but pretended to think about it and calmly said . " fine hand me the request I'll go now "

Unleash an attack that contains multiple limbs, tentacles, and other body parts, inflicting multiple attacks and damage in a small lapse of time, damage calculated by Strength. Charge with all of your Agility Stat towards your foe, crushing them with your body and all the weight and mass you've accumulated, trapping them beneath your body and inflicting constant damage based on Strength. Indeed, Abyss was incredibly strong! Although she only had two attacking skills, both were simple yet effective, and her songs could be used as a way to weaken enemies too. She lacked long-ranged damage, but Chaos assumed that she could fling her own slime at her enemies at fast speeds, perhaps.

“Hmmm, how do I start? To uneducated people, the abyss realm is a hell where souls rejected by the moongodess are sent to suffer for eternity, but in reality, that's only a small, probably insignificant part of the realm. The abyss realm is actually a place where unworldly beings resulting from the balance reside—beings like mermaids, dragons, phoenixes, gryphons, and unicorns. The balance is like a scale between the Abyss and mortal realms, which makes sure that one doesn't surpass the other in magical energy. Sometimes, there's an overflow of magical energy in the abyss realm, which results in the creation of abyss demons called lords. These lords are beings who can actually act and reason

The entire room went silent. Golden eyes snapped toward her. Waiting. Watching. "We don’t have time for this," Caitlyn said, her voice cutting through the thick air like a blade. "The Abyssal Order has already begun their summoning. If we don’t act now, the Abyss Wolf will fully manifest—and we will all be at its mercy." A scoff came from across the table. Alpha Magnus of the Bloodfang Clan leaned back, arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes gleamed with suspicion. "And what’s to stop the Silver Moon Pack from turning on the rest of us once the war is won? I don’t see a reason to trust you."

When their turn came they introduced themselves and when the secretary scanned Cassy's bracelet to verify her information she opened her eyes wide and said to them, "Miss Johnson your case is a bit peculiar, excuse me for a moment please." She stood up and went to close the door before returning to them and sitting back down at her desk, "As you may already know mages who have a potential of level 8 and above are extremely rare and therefore receive special treatment within our academy. Unlike most students, you will progress quickly and your needs will be different, you will need more credits than them to continue to progress. So the head of the mages has already reserved a spot for you in

As they prayed to their god the air inside the temple was cold despite the other mages casting fire magic to no avail. The mages and priestesses began to suffer the effects of their energy being drained as they desperately held on to the spell circle Yunno pleaded to her sister begging to finish the incantation as they slowly reached their limit. I Aisha Ayekawa Mage of Ren'veil, child of the three gods beg the gods beyond the realm. Hear our cry, I plead to the gods to answer our call for Aid to send the champion of champions in return I and my sister shall bare the weight of his summon with the mark of master and servant. Should my word be broken let heaven and earth strike us with a thous

Despite listening to the scout’s intel, nobody knew what to prepare. The previous strategy worked very well against the catapults and brutes. Even if they tripled the number from the previous wave, Stoneberry Keep would not fall. Yet, one undetermined factor threw a wrench in their works. What was a goblin mage? How was it different from a goblin shaman? “I bet it’s just an upgrade,” Venedict scoffed. “A more powerful shaman.”

"That's a no. I see little tendrils. Almost like... Oh shit, she didn't." "What?" Eli blinked. Kali sighed. "Have Len come in. This isn't good." Kali sat between the two beds as she studied them. This looked like Abyssia's doing. When Len and Eli walked in, Kali sighed. "It's a case of abyssal toxemia narcosis." They both stared. "Right, you guys need classes here. It's an abyss disease that turns blood to poison and makes a body reject a gem. It's Abby's doing. She was using it to make puppets from these two."

He was a storm of crimson silk and razor-sharp blood-magic, but even his ancient techniques were faltering. He had just sliced a thrall into three pieces, only to watch in horror as the severed parts didn't rot. Instead, hundreds of microscopic void-tendrils erupted from the open wounds, stitching the grey flesh back together in seconds. The thrall stood back up, its purples eyes blazing, and continued its relentless advance. The corruption had reached the conceptual level; their existence was tied directly to the Abyss. Physical destruction was merely a temporary delay. The forward advance of the alliance began to stall. The narrow corridors, now choked with severed limbs that were trying t

The waves surged violently, as if acknowledging our presence. “It was born when the first mage tore Mana from the world itself,” Veylor continued. “The excess energy had nowhere to go. It sank. Condensed. Became this. A sea that devours instability and amplifies intent. Cultivating here will force your Core into absolute alignment. There is no hiding from yourself in the Abyssal Verge. You want to know who you truly are? Then cultivate here for the next ten years.” My throat tightened. “You will either master yourself,” he said calmly, “or be unmade.”