I Became A Mage In Another World Novels & Stories

“22th of Month of Dormancy (February).HAHAAHAHA it was funny! How could the church and magic tower hide this fact though? I mean it would greatly benefit them. I have discovered that to increase into a much more higher realm than a highest-teir rank for mages is the Archmage. They were three options, first is to master and be one with the nature, you are nature and the nature is you type. I’m not very keen of this one but it was kinda helpful ascending me into an high-tier mage. The second is to eat a fruit of life from the world tree. This is one of the closest impossible things to happen. The legend of the world tree still remains a legend. Not even the elves who were once and are the keep

I focus my gaze into Hugh's eyes, my heart filled with apprehension and determination. "Hugh," I begin, my voice steadier than I expected, "I come from a different reality. It's like a place out of your world. This world is just created through the imagination of someone who’s from my world. It’s an eBook called Bonded—where you and Yvanna Bautista are the main characters. In other words, in my world, you only exist in a novel but not as a real human,... I mean a werewolf. I don't know if it's magic or witchcraft, but somehow I ended up inside the novel, your world."

shaking his head. I blink back to him and begin laughing “I feel like I’m a living mage from Warcraft.” continuing to blink around the room. It feels like my whole life has some how turned into a video game. “A mage from warcraft? What is that?” he’s completely confused as he watches me move around the room.

But I couldn't enjoy it—not while my mother is out there suffering… or maybe gone forever. Maximus and his men lead me to the Mage’s hut. It is small, tucked just a mile away from the pack house. I'm anxious and the ritual is close, but Maximus assures me the mage can be trusted—she is part of the pack, only living apart because of the curse. Still, I can’t shake my unease. “You!” she exclaims the moment her eyes land on me. Her eyes widen in disbelief, like she has just seen a ghost. Maximus clears his throat, his sharp glare warning her to stop staring.

I was immediately thrown into a scene I didn't recognise. A flower field. Sunflowers, as far as I could see. A young girl and a far younger boy sat in it. She was obviously an older relative or they were very close. This wasn't my memory. It wasn't even me, and I had never seen a field like this. The young boy sulked, unhappy about something. The young girl patted his head and smiled at him. "Don't worry, you will be fine. You have been chosen to be a mage. It's a very good thing!" She said.

“The story exists. My grandmother used to tell it to me when I was a kid, before she died. No one else knew it aside from my brother and me, so I just assumed she made it up to scare us.” “What was the story about?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. Damian’s expression shifted, the amusement fading into something more thoughtful. “A long time ago,” he began, “there was a powerful being who used magic and lived alongside werewolves. They were called mages.” I raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. “Werewolves and mages were enemies,” he continued. “Unlike us, they were weak at night but stronger during the day. And they had the ability to summon the undead.”

“You didn’t notice anything otherworldly from us because there was nothing to notice. We’re normal human beings.” Zeda frowned hard. “Then—then how come I’m different? They said I’m a Mage, not yet aware of my element, but they said my silver eyes mean I’ve ascended the realm or whatever. Where did that come from? How come I’m different, and why aren’t my eyes blue like yours or brown like Dad’s? What happened to me?” “Calm down, honey,” her mother admonished calmly. “You’ll learn about yourself when the right time comes, okay?”

He choked, his eyes wide as he stared at me with eyes filled with pain and a sad realization. I stood tall, my eyes scanning around the room. Luka should have been here to witness just how disturbed the world had made me. But like a coward, he ran. Underestimating me was their poison. I had harnessed that. Who is afraid of me now, Luka? I walked towards the door, feeling the faint hum of magic; an enchanted carved in runes to keep a wolf trapped in until the seal was broken. A witch. But her powers weren’t strong enough to hold me, not when the fury of a blood mage reborn in war surged through my veins.

But I was very much a rookie, as we obviously didn’t have time to practice things, you know, hiding from the multitude of people who were trying to kill us and stuff. She continued, still appearing a little bewildered: “Yes, you are a mage with ancient blood of elders and deities, but you have no formal training in magic. You managed to portal yourself into another realm, driven solely by a fight or flight response, as I understand. To say that this is admiring is an understatement.” She said. “Had this happened to you ever before?” she asked.

Vic clenched his fists, testing how obedient his body was to him, and sat up in one jerk. Kim flinched, but didn't turn around. The Vistolet raised his hands to his eyes, examining the scales that covered them. Your story is like a fairy tale. Fiction, - he said dully. “I probably wouldn’t have believed you if it hadn’t happened to me myself. You said their hunt is not over. Who are they hunting, Kim, what kind of entity must be a magical being to provide energy to the whole world? - These are dragons, Vic, - the mage said almost inaudibly.