Infinite Mage Chapter 66 Novels & Stories

As the blood stained her white dress, she hurriedly retreated to the rear. Boom! At that moment, James was attacked once more. The formation formed by the Infinity Steles shattered and was scattered into the surroundings. As James’ mind stirred, the Infinity Steles gathered once more to form the black pagoda. The pagoda appeared in the sky, and an immense power materialized from within, forcibly pulling one of the powerful figures in. Trapped inside the Boundless Pagoda, the figure was immediately contaminated by the pagoda’s power. Though he tried to break free from the Boundless Pagoda, the pagoda was a Chaotic Treasure. He could not break free no matter how hard he tried. His physical bod

Waiting. A piercing cry tore through the chaos—Emilia. I spun around to see her collapsed on one knee, clutching her side in agony. My heart clenched as I glanced around at the others, bloodied and battered, each fighting to stay on their feet. My decision was made. Summoning every ounce of strength left in me, I let my magic flow. It surged through my body, burning like fire, drawing the attention of every creature around us. Their movements shifted, their hunger visible in their glowing eyes as they descended on me like moths to a flame.

The mage's face blanched and she shook her head as a confused look came over her face. Rage chuckled. "I see the great mage does not even know the earthling has powers - great powers at that." The mage wisely said nothing. Rage moved closer to her, circling her as a snake would, its prey. "You are good for nothing, aren't you?" He came to a stop in front of her and his eyes flashed red as he pierced her with a lingering gaze. "Summon him!"

I didn’t use too much mana though… why is it backfiring on me? Calm down… I need to calm down. I need to trace the mana back… circulate it and calm it… come on Come on! Why isn’t it working?! Why is this happening to me?! Her eyes became blurry, and she quickly blacked out as she watched the entirety of the glasshouse, once filled with flowers of all colors and life brimming inside… wither away. The last thing she saw was a smirk on the face of a black-haired woman with glistering Crimson eyes as she stared at her as if the abyss was staring back at her

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.

My hands still tingled slightly, and as I shook out my free one in an attempt to get my powers jump started, Verina stood. Blood dripped down the side of the mage’s neck from a deep gash that stretched from just beneath her ear all the way down to her collar. She attempted to wipe it away with her hand, but it did no good, only smeared the crimson. Brice had gotten a good bite in before she’d thrown him off. I imagined what I was seeing was the aftermath of a mage who was trying to heal herself while keeping her attacker at bay. As she stumbled to her feet, she prepared to toss another ball of energy toward Brice who was lying motionless on the ground near the tree.

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?!

Her golden hair matted with sweat while her luminous eyes dimmed as her life ebbed away. Zavian's lips curled into a faint, bittersweet smile as he opened his eyes. A glimmer of unshed tears caught in the flickering light. "This will be the last of my powers, Celeste," he murmured. His voice, though steady, carried the burden of a lifetime of grief and sacrifice. "I can finally fulfill my promise to save your daughter. It's too bad... I'll never get to meet her." The mage closed his eyes once more while inhaling deeply as he steadied himself. Then, with a deliberate precision, he raised his hands above the ground. He splayed his fingers and began to chant in the ancient tongue of magic—a lan

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

"You're pulling the pin on a grenade you don't know how to throw." "Silence!" Saed screamed, turning wildly toward the head mercenary mage whose hands were trembling under the strain of the crimson heat. "Drive the final spike into the center rune! Do it now or I’ll gut you where you kneel!" "My Lord, the feedback…" the head mage started, terror bleeding through his mask. "The structural pressure is spiking! It’s not an energy vault, it’s…" "I said do it!" Saed grabbed the mage by his leather collar, dragging him forward and forcing his glowing magic-drenched hands directly into the center of the golden cipher.