Great Mage Novels & Stories

They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. “ I knew she would accept us,” Drago’s elegant mother moved toward Madchen with such a grace, it seemed she floated off the ground. Ariana grasped both Madchen’s hands in a gesture of acceptance. “Welcome to our family, Madchen,” Drago’s mother’s eyes shined like diamonds as she looked Madchen over. “This one here,” she smiled, “Is special. I sense she is full of magic, in her own right,” Madchen arched a brow, doubt written all over her delicate features.

"But please, call me Serra now." He nods before ushering me to the other mages who hold the fort while I am gone. Mage Thorne, Mage Isadora, and Mage Marcus. "It's an honor to finally meet you in person," Mage Isadora says. She is a new face. "I am excited to start working with the legendary mage." "The pleasure is mine," I reply, ignoring how she called me a 'legendary mage'. Mage Thorne is quiet though, only watching me intently. I remember him as one of the mages who arrived at the palace at the same time as I did.

So far the date seemed to go well, he had managed to see more of this world, who was weirdly more developed than it thought thanks to what was known as magitek. Magitek was a form of using magic by imbuing the effects of a spell in a device. It wasn't anyone could do without years upon years of research. In this kingdom, the only one specializing in magitek were witches, making the Walpurgisnacht one of the richest organizations in the whole world, their only concurrent being the dwarves and the angels. Monopoly was truly a scary thing. "Well, let's continue our date." They decided to leave the central zone and walk toward the South zone.

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

Because of that, a person claiming to be a should be able to at least achieve what Cynthia Delaroche achieved. The problem here was, that there was no 'exam' that could certify the title of Archmage, considering that an Archmage was the one who achieved the pinnacle of the arts of magic. So someone claiming to be an 'Archmage' must be able to do what the previous Archmage could do, or surpass it. Cynthia Delaroche was able to build a gigantic magical wall that protects a literal kingdom from monster attacks and the Vampire Lords who have built up their power for hundreds of years to try and invade the kingdom.

‘Yep,’ ‘That’s pretty cool,’ he says, stepping closer. I hand him the wand for him to inspect. ‘Hand carved. I like it,’ he says, handing it back. ‘Wands are supposed to help with magic. I think Mum is hoping it will help awaken mine,’ ‘Your mother doesn’t have a wand, though?’ Micah says, confused. ‘Nor does my grandmother, but that’s because they are in full control of their magic and highly experienced. Wands are optional when you become as magically strong as they are,’ I explain.

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

Jamie suddenly realised and said “ Gwydion.. but your...” “Yes, yes, the King's Mage! But please don’t take that title too seriously!” Dion said with a wave of the hand. Jamie gasped, the King’s Mage was a title given to the most powerful Arcane Mage in the country. They have to be of The Black Order, an order that only accepts the strongest Arcane Mages. It normally takes at least 30 years to get into the order, Dion had done it in just 9. “It is an honour to meet you, Sir!” Jamie said whilst she did her best to curtsy in high heels.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.