Infinite Mage Novels & Stories

“I don’t think it was dead. Anyway, I also fixed his windshield.” “And then you fixed all four of them?” I nodded. “That’s why I was so tired when I got back.” “Well, I can imagine that would take a lot out of you. Not that I would know.” I wasn’t sure that that was supposed to mean. “Grandma, you said I’m a mage. That’s sort of like a witch, isn’t it?” Grandma nodded. “Sort of. In our world, a mage draws his or her power from nature. The forest is giving you your strength, dear. The fact that you can channel it so well already is… impressive, to say the least.”

"I know a lot of things about Infinity but not everything, still I think it can help you." "Then let's get started." Seolurrie walk to him and sat on Selmish's side. Selmish who was siting raised his wing and covered Seolurrie with it like a blanket. Seolurrie smiled at his gesture, she now have no doubts at him being her old friend. "The Infinity has five divisions. The Infinity Domain, Perceptive Being, Absolute Eyes, Positive Magic Energy and Negative Magic Energy." 'So, it has five and not three. The transparent being only knew three divisions.'

An Infinity Asura only needs to escape the immense Crocodile Swamp outside the starry sky, even if it is a half-step transcending the level of a powerhouse, it cannot be avoided. "This is a communication token, if you change your mind, you can contact us through the token." The Dreadful Warlock raised its hand, and a small block of black tokens flew into The Sinister Magus in his hand. The Sinister Magus had just come into contact with the black token, and a complex light flashed in his eyes, wanting to crush it, but finally, with a sigh, he took the token back. "Pristine Shadow Pack defeated! !" "So how possible?"

“It feeds of strength and life force. My magic can protect you but magic this old demands balance.” I wasn’t stupid. Nothing came without a price. “Again I ask, what exactly do you want?” The mage smiled, slow and deliberate. "A fraction of your immortality." Beside me, Magnus stiffened. I narrowed my eyes. "How much?" "Sixty percent," he said, voice calm, almost casual. Silence. Then Magnus snapped, “That’s insane. Do you think we’re foolish enough to give you that?” “I think you have no other options,” the mage replied calmly.

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

The procedure of casting the spell was also hard to maintain and would need a large amount of Mana from both sides. Izfar might have used Spirit Pierce to inform him about something very important. He was not the type to use Spirit Pierce thoughtlessly, not when he knew that Noel currently had a limited amount of Mana due to the blockage of the pathway between their worlds. However, even though the Spirit Pierce was used once upon him, he could feel his Mana reserve drain rapidly, more than half of what he had gathered and still draining. If he experienced that piercing sensation once again, he might actually die.

“All of it… powered by that phoenix girl.” My jaw tightened. “And you call us the monsters.” “Oh, please,” he scoffed. “Did you know phoenixes have an infinite supply of mana? Infinite. You can imagine the possibilities. She can keep this place running for years. Decades.” He smiled wide, unhinged. “As long as we want.” My hand curled into a fist against the orb. I froze it. Ice erupted instantly, crawling like jagged spiderwebs across the glowing surface. Cracks splintered through the sphere, the heat hissing and shrinking under the sudden cold.

Pru grinned. One by one, they pressed their palms to the parchment. The paper hummed under their touch, absorbing their magic like ink. Freda went first, carving her name in elegant, looping script. Pru followed, her letters sharp and angular. Rita hesitated, then wrote hers with a flourish, the parchment warming beneath her fingers. Freda picked up the dagger. "Blood seals the bond. No going back after this." "No going back," Pru agreed. Rita held out her hand. "Do it."

She's holding a candle, and to my insanity, he lights up her candle with his eyes. Oh, dear goddess… My squirming starts again but it's futile. There's no way I can free myself and escape these demons. Not without Amber. And sadly, I don't feel her presence anymore. "There are rules to this, Richard. And there are consequences if you do break any," The Mage says, coming to stand between the both of us. But she's facing Richard and her ancient - tattooed back was to me. He nods but doesn't stop muttering whatever it was. His gaze is intently fixed on her and it increases the horror in them.

The recent coronation of Constantine as the Supreme Sorcerer had cast a pall of uncertainty over the coven, and both elders were grappling with what the future held. “Brother Magnus,” Seraphina began, her voice low and filled with concern, “tell me, what do you see in our future now that Constantine is the Supreme Sorcerer?” Magnus sighed heavily, his weathered face etched with lines of worry. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, his gaze distant and unfocused. “I’m sorry, Seraphina,” he replied, his voice tinged with regret, “but I can’t see into the future. It’s as if a shroud of darkness has descended upon my visions.”