Genshin Abyss Mages Novels & Stories

And Aquila chose to stay faithful to her sacerdotal duties as the High Priestess of the Mages. Mages are witches with unknown roots of ancestors. They are the witches born, not knowing if they are from the East, West, North, or South covens. They are also the ones born as hybrids, having one parent a witch while the other is of another creation, including humans. But whatever the parents’ kind and race are, it is not ignorable to see that some of these mages are equally if not more powerful than the purebloods. One’s fate can never be told according to their parents’ race, identity, or denomination.

"Did I ever commit a crime by saying that?" "No you didn't, but you made a point no one has, Ares is one of the most powerful mages we've ever seen but not an Abyss wolf with skills as yours, spoken in the ancient tongues, it's magic at the heart of the waiting place, shielded. The vampires and the wolves need you."

“No, no, no… I won’t… I won’t let that happen.” Slade howled with rage and pain inside me, trying to force the shift, fighting me for control, his fury tangled with despair. ‘We’re losing it. Losing everything. Save her. Get away from her before it’s too late.’ And that’s when I saw it. The Silver Abyss. It cut through the dark forest like a blade through flesh, mist curling upward, silver mist swirling with lethal beauty, the sheer cliffside falling away into a gaping void where moonlight shimmered faintly over its surface. Magic hung heavy here, old, ancient, dangerous.

“You betrayed us.” Mara laughed, raising the shard. The rift surged, crimson wolves reforming, their eyes locked on Aria and Kael. “I serve the Abyss,” she said, her claws glinting. “And your blood is mine.” Aria’s claws glowed silver, her heart racing. She faced Mara, Kael at her side, their bond a faint shield against the Abyss’s new champion. The rift roared, crimson light swallowing the chamber, Mara’s howl echoing. Lyra’s voice was a whisper.

The Sorceresses in particular were necessary if they were to get through the mystic defenses their enemy was employing. Hurry, Na’Himara, she thought. You are needed. Ghaeron was not ready to retreat. He dove again, ignoring the bolts that struck him, raking through the front of the lines with his claws. One of the Mages was impaled upon a hind claw, and at least twenty Goblins were swept back, smashing into one another as the Dragon sped through. The body of the Mage fell among the angry Goblins as Ghaeron flapped higher, flinching as the energy assault was renewed.

As the Mystic Abyss Essence coursed through him, Alexander felt a surge of pure energy. A name flashed in his mind—a treasure of ancient lore, renowned for its healing powers and its ability to fortify one's physical form. So dense it stood apart from water, the Mystic Abyss Essence was the find of a lifetime. Alexander quickly tapped into the ancient martial arts sealed within his jade amulet, pushing his inner energy to the brink, greedily drawing in the surging power. His old injuries vanished as if they never were, healing at an astonishing speed.

The violet Abyssal energy humming within its core wasn't just magic; it was a hungry, destructive force that fed on the surrounding air, freezing the grease and coal dust into brittle, crystalline ribbons where it struck. "You speak of this house as if the foundations are yours," Joshua hissed, his black eyes fixed on Natalia as he recovered from his clash with Dmitry. He swung the massive broadsword in a sweeping horizontal arc, unleashing a wave of pressurized violet fire that forced Dmitry to leap backward, his boots skidding across the oil-slick metal plating. "We built the Abyssal spires your ancestors lived in, girl. We laid the stones of Port Valen before your lineage learned to walk

Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples. The tether split sparks across the abyss, binding Adrien to her. Zayn’s flames arched, trying to restrain the shadows. And then. Her voice shifted, Not hers, A chorus. “I am not Sera. I am the abyss made flesh. I am the crown’s heir. Kneel.” Her eyes burned void-black. And the abyss obeyed. Every monster, every shadow, every twisted creature bent to the ground, groveling. The ground itself quaked as if in worship.

"Let us sit here, my dear! At this corner, we could clearly see the dragons' eyes gazing at us. What a great idea to have a fountain at the middle of the room with dragons spewing water! You don't only enjoy your food but the sight as well. My friend is really a genius, don't you think?" Amelia kept on chattering about her friend, the beautiful fountain, and how the architectural plan helped the restaurant to become a popular hang-out for rich people like them. Her daughter, on the other hand, was not listening, she was focusing on the left side where they sit, on someone she remembered she met before. He was alone and eating quietly. Imman noticed her, smiled, and went back to his food. He

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”