I Became A Mage In Another World Novels & Stories

In short, I feel like I'm in a museum. Mageía Egress is here. This serves as our portal to Mageia, our realm. A place where everyone has power. Literally. But I stopped talking in my thoughts when Alaric hit my nape. “I instruct you, but then, it seems like you have no plan of listening. Why don't you just go with us so we don't have to worry about you?” He said with his arms crossed over his chest. Honestly, he may look like a mother scolding her child right now. I try my best not to laugh so I just look down.

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

“I don’t even know anything about your world. Most of it feels like pure fantasy to me.” “There had to be some kind of invitation you accepted—something that allowed you to be pulled here,” the mage says, dropping a new bomb on me. “Without your willing consent, you couldn’t have arrived. Was there anything like that?” My eyes go wide. No one invited me to travel anywhere… though— “Could it have been something really well disguised?” I ask, watching him closely. “Of course. If someone had a reason to drag you into another world, they could’ve hidden the invitation behind anything.”

My lips feel heavy with the lies I'm about to spill. Fortunately, Rain let go of the door handle and steps back. I move in tentatively and shut the door behind me. The air around here contains her scent mixed with mine and it stirs my wolf, making it rim the edges of my mind. “Rain. Listen uh…” “Just tell me the truth. Who exactly are you?” She quickly interrupts me, her voice harsh and piercing. I wet my throat. Then. “I’m a mage.” Lies! Lies!! The voice in my head roars, making bile rise in my throat.

Emma's POV As we stepped into the mage's house, I was immediately enveloped in a thick, acrid smell of black dust. Steam wafted from various tubes and contraptions scattered around the room, creating an eerie atmosphere. Gabe's grip on my hand tightened, his overprotective nature surfacing once again. I wanted to roll my eyes, but the mage's presence commanded my attention. "Welcome to my territory," the mage said, her words dripping with a lovely, exotic accent. Each syllable was enunciated with precision, making her speech sound almost musical. "What can I do for you?"

I nodded. "I understand." I said to her and I left the same way I came. Observer's POV This got more interesting than I thought. I never suspected Kate, the Spears housekeeper, to be a ruler of the night. The young girl definitely looked extremely innocent to be suspected. This new information gave me a chilly feeling about the mole we have in our midst that works for Sage. Anyway, a lot has been on both at the Magical world and the human world. The war has truly began. It only needed time to escalate and something else to fuel it. Something both worlds do not have in their possession at the moment - the magical band.

It was a visual reminder that even in a world of magic, some were born more equal than others. I reached the Great Hall, and the heavy oak doors groaned as I pushed them open. The silence that followed was visceral. I started the walk toward the Ignis House table. As I passed the House Aqua section, a sophomore water mage - decked out in his blue suit - literally began to lose his physical integrity. He turned to liquid on his bench, his form melting into a puddle of blue-tinted water as I sauntered past, my ponytail swaying rhythmically. I didn't even look back. I had a soul to save and a script to set on fire.

Still, my power seemed to surpass his at the moment. Then Alexandra's voice, high and panicked, pierced my ears. It was far and distant, but unmistakably her. My eyes snapped open, releasing the hold I had on the mage. Even before my vision cleared, he'd vanished. The crops before me were all back to normal, meaning those in the other farms would be OK now too. I grimaced at the loss of the chance to finally cast the mage into the afterlife. Somehow, in that moment, my body knew what to do even if my mind hadn't.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

Dozens of them. I almost cried. “That’s it,” I breathed. “That’s them.” I focused on the location, visualizing the slope, the campfires, the mana trail left by their guards. Then I gathered the last of my magic, snapped my fingers— And bam! The world tilted, cracked, and reassembled itself around me. I stumbled into the middle of a snowy clearing surrounded by tents and armored wolves. Instant chaos. “Who the hell—” one of them shouted, shifting halfway into wolf form, claws bared.