Infinite Mage Novels & Stories

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

I had always been willing to sacrifice myself to ensure Erik’s safety but my child needs me to exist. Absentmindedly I take a drink of my wine as I continue my musings. My priorities are different now. I need to find a way for us to disappear, identities that can’t be uncovered, I need time to seriously find a way to defeat Damian. Who am I trying to kid. How do you defeat someone who is immune to magic? Who absorbs it and grows stronger every time it’s used against him? It’s impossible is the same devastating answer I have come up with time and time again over the centuries. Hiding is our only option.

The core area consists of five Mage Towers. In the centre is a seven-storey intermediate Mage Tower, surrounded on either side by a five-storey junior Mage Tower. In the event of war, the five Mage Towers can create a shield to protect the entire Mage Guild, capable of withstanding attacks of up to sixth level spells or equivalent. A mage is never one to take a beating without fighting back. The Mage Tower also has a Spell Amplification Array, which can increase the attack range of any spell by ten times. For example, Fireball has a maximum range of 1,000 metres.

I positioned myself in front of the hall, not obstructing the entrance and waited patiently. After several minutes, a tall guy who bore a resemblance to me approached. He had a more toned physique, tall and darker skin, that framed his somewhat menacing expression. "Are you Infinite?" he inquired, his gaze unwavering as he stood before me. A year had passed and recognition eluded us. "Yes, are you my older brother?" I asked, causing him to flinch at the question. "Use my name. Follow me, and I'll show you where you'll be staying. Hurry, I have a lot of things to do," he commanded, striding off without offering any assistance with my belongings.

“It was easy to snuff out their lives with the magic it possesses. It's practically infinite, so whatever they want to do, it's not going to work.” “Magic is never infinite,” the matriarch said. “You don't have an infinite source of magic and that's what you're looking to have with the girl.” “Well, you just caught my lie,” Dalia replied good-naturedly. “But that doesn't take away from the fact that I will have her and that I will rule every creature that walks this planet to such an extent that I will have enough power to take on the gods themselves and kill that bitch goddess that controls our lives.”

"Love transcends realities. Transcends memory. Transcends understanding. We're bonded. Forever. Across infinite versions. Across infinite realities. Across infinite everything. You can't break that. You can't absorb that. You can't defeat that." "Then I'll destroy this reality." The Absolute rages. "Erase this version of you. Move to the next. And the next. And the next. Infinite attempts. Infinite tries. Infinite pursuits. Eventually, I'll find a reality where the bond failed. Where you're alone. Where I win." "Go ahead." I smile. "Chase infinite mes across infinite realities. Spend eternity hunting. Spend forever pursuing. Spend existence trying. You'll never catch us all. Never absorb us

the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.” That drew a few murmurs from the crowd. Energy Burst was no joke. It allowed a fighter to release explosive pulses from any point of contact—fist, elbow, knee, foot. Devastating in close range. But then again, he wasn’t royalty. No amplifier. Just raw talent. Still, that was more than enough to leave someone in the dirt. Nyomei stepped into the ring, drawing a few snickers from the crowd. Too soft, too quiet, too nervous. Easy win.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

"How are we going to get in?" Abernathy's response was flippant. "How are we in this realm to begin with? How are you four able to breathe or, more importantly, how are you able to keep from being crushed? The answer is the same for all questions. Magic. I have it, and I know how to use it." He shook his head, and his amber mane danced slowly in the water like a golden man o' war. When I thought Abernathy would crash into the bubble surrounding Mizu, he yelled, "Opherium!" And he glided through, the rest of us watching in awe.

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.