Infinite Mage Webnovel Novels & Stories

he asked in quick succession. “Hold on, one thing at a time. You probably can’t move because your body lost so much blood, I had to bind you to keep you still so I could transfuse you with some of mine,” she said showing a thin magical stream of red blood flowing over to a place on himself Rex couldn’t see,” Two, I don’t know exactly where we are. Three, I have a feeling we may be somewhere unfamiliar to me inside of the spirit realm, which means magic is given to mages called ‘sho’cendi’ which is granted from a familiar you must find and bond with, that could explain your lack of use with magic, and about Fafnir being gone, I don’t know.” “How long until you’re done?”

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.

She caught his eye and barked the only word that mattered: “Run!” And so they did. The guild’s mages raised walls of flame, walls of stone, walls of force that buckled under the sheer weight of the enemy but bought precious seconds. Men and women died in those seconds, screaming as ash filled their lungs, but the rest fled into the high rocks. Killian never looked back. He couldn’t. He felt the vault’s heartbeat chasing them, steady, patient, knowing. It wasn’t finished. They reached it by nightfall — a ruin older than the kingdom itself, bones of stone jutting from the cliffs, arches crumbled, frescoes worn away. Once holy, now abandoned.

He licks his lips, and his long eyelashes brush his skin when he blinks most beautifully, and then he suddenly looks at me, holding my gaze and I freeze in that unknown gaze. Those colors I can not identify. "Have you found something?" he asks. I blink out of my haze, shaking my head, my cheeks heating up once more and this time I sit down, and bow my head so my gaze can not linger from the pages before me. I feel his eyes on me for a few seconds but they move back to the pages soon enough. I force myself to concentrate, and after enough scolding, I eventually do, following the story before me. It spoke of Adzar, the magic of chaos. This is why it opens doors to the endless. The Endless is w

Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power. "He said he was going to make sure of it, but the problem should not permanent. They have just entirely exhausted their mana. It only takes longer for them to regain their mana because they are not magically trained," said Sidastir, who noticed that Magnus writhe in distress. It was obvious the stubborn fool was eavesdropping on their conversation.

Its color was strange though, it was multicolored, it was really beautiful and she wanted to ask Paige if her mother had a mark like that as well but when she looked at her, Paige was wide-eyed and she was looking at her mark as if she couldn't believe her eyes so she curiously asked her, "Is there something wrong?" Paige then closed her mouth when she realized it was wide open, and she then said to her torn between the embarrassment of her behavior and the amazement at what she had just discovered, "If I tell you that you are the one and only legendary mage in all Astoria, would you believe me?" A legendary mage thought Cassy... Why does that sound so familiar... And then she paled as she r

I will jail him in this body forever until he perish. If I die, the seal will be broken and Mammon will have his freedom to cause destruction and eat souls again. Infinite Prison is not just a binding spell. It slowly drains the magic and mana of the one who is sealed in it as time goes by. So I need to live for a long time. I should never act impulsively again. Even though my magic is overflowing within me, I need to be very careful. I was a fool that time to think that I can defeat Mammon alone just because I was strong. Raid was right. I really am a stupid person.

Which, unfortunately, is sporadic for me. Because I can’t focus. Or because I’m the worst mage in mage history. “Hey, Magus, I called softly ahead of me.” “Yes?” He turned around. I knew because I could barely see the silhouette of his head and shoulders. And I heard the rustling of branches and the crunch of twigs. “If you know how Beasts came to be. How did mages emerge?” “It’s said that the great Fey King bred them himself.” Magus said simply. “That’s how it’s written in the histories.”

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 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