I Became A Mage In Another World Novels & Stories

This was about me. The words on the page began to shimmer, transforming into vibrant images. I saw myself, Elena, not as a werewolf, but as a powerful magician, living in a sun-drenched cottage nestled deep within a vibrant forest. Laughter echoed in the air as I conjured flowers from thin air and tended to a garden overflowing with life. A pang of longing pierced my heart. This was the life I was supposed to have.

His wounds reopened as he raced through the territory, leaving blood trails behind. Every place we had shared memories, he searched desperately. The den where we first mated. The moonlit clearing where he proposed. The ancient tree where we exchanged vows. But my scent was gone, as if I'd never existed. Meanwhile, in my new world, I tried to settle into my life. The Moon Goddess had crafted me a perfect background - successful, independent, at peace. But objects from the other world kept appearing. Magical artifacts, ceremonial robes, even Ash's love letters materialized on my coffee table.

My heart skipped, dread coiling like a serpent around my spine. From the black clouds above, they descended_ two cloaked figures wreathed in shadow. The twin dark mages. The ones I met back in the human world. Their chants began with foreign syllables slicing through the roar of battle. Ancient magic twisted in the air, a spell powerful enough to turn the tide completely. “No,” I breathed. My fingers shot up to my hair, yanking the jade walking stick free. It pulsed the moment it touched my palm, energy humming like a heartbeat. Without hesitation, I hurled it like a spear.

The numbers of Mage were quite short actually, probably almost to the point of useless even, but 10 Grand Wizard is sufficient enough also, as a Grand Magus of Tier 6, the old man is quite good actually. He’s a living legend so to said, famous a few hundred years back for participating in a lot of wars. But this sight from Institute of Artemesia is understandable, after all, they were not actually a country, but rather just a large private school that has it’s own land, most of the time they were neutral. But everyone can see that the time has changed, eventually they have to picked a side, since then they have chosen to side with the First World Alliance, hence they have to keep their parts

she countered. He shook his head disappointedly, "Erica...Erica. You don't get it do you? You are born as a mage. You have no idea how cruel the supernatural world is towards the likes of us just because we can control elements of nature, just because we are a little more powerful than any other creature existing on this planet".

Her winding hips could not hide under her tight dress, nor could her budding bosom. "Have you gotten so powerful at 9 years old that you can look down on your own father?" Megan asked rhetorically as she pinches Ari's ear. "No, no, no, I'm sorry. I can tell from here that he's more powerful than everyone here, including grandma and Aunt Verra," Ari declared. "Tsk, who's more powerful than me? Don't make me laugh, I'm the youngest mage to have ever entered the Thorium Realm, who can compare to me?" Verra stated with pride.

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. 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 b

Those three served my father and were treated respectfully, like family. The magic inside is overflowing as I focus on holding it before this fake strikes. Wait...Magic? I look down at my hands. How can I conjure up magic here? When I was in Merkon's world, he made me an average person. No magic existed in his world because he was accommodating to my desires. But here, I can still feel my charm. I look over at the fake. And squint my eyes. What is Hexia up to? "Don't be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you," the fake mother spoke out with such jolly in her tone.

A whole year has passed in a blink of an eye. I have been busy going from territory to territory to subjugate monsters and cementing the image I have as a saintess. I learned a lot from Head Magus Dithran, my magic control improves leaps and bounds, and I'm proud to say that I'm the best magician in my age group.