Romans & histoires Infinite Mage Webnovel

The priestess was startled. “I have deduced that those warriors you met earlier possess four magic books in their bodies,” Gargamel said. “One is said to be able to become a God by gathering five magical books. The Torment Manuscript is about to be born. The rest of the magic books will follow the trend and show up here. Now, they are here.” “Follow the trend?” The priestess didn’t quite understand. “So, those people I met have come here for the manuscript?” “Bingo! They must have come from the outside world for the manuscript,” Gargamel said with a nod. “But how are they going to be able to rival our master’s might given his strength in the Mammet Realm? They are doing all the hard work for

I like it, it feels more like him. Giovanna’s face becomes serious and she lays her hands on either side of my neck over the collar, her eyes close and she begins to chant words of magic designed to nullify the collar, I can feel it buzz like it is about to work and then just fizzle out. After a few tries she frustratedly steps back, inspecting me, her eyes narrow as she looks at the jewel on the front. She leans back in and gasps “That’s no jewel it’s blood!” Shit! It makes sense now, that’s where my magic has gone, “Damian’s blood it’s absorbing it.” I whisper almost to myself.

But I wasn't concerned about my own well-being, it was my turn to protect them. I searched inside myself for my magic and it sparkled right on the surface of my grasp. Gathering it in my hand I looked for the nearest hunter who fought with a wolf and thrust it into him. The blade of electricity bolted into the back of the hunter. The man arched his back in pain as the bolt penetrated his body before he fell to the ground dead. Running into the fray, I plunged my magic into one hunter after another as I weaved through the battle. My magic flowed with such fluidity throughout my body, that I didn't even have to think as I laid down my attacks. Pure instinct had taken over.

“And you owe us your life.” “Painfully so.” Then it happened. A flutter. A sound like parchment catching wind. We turned just in time to see a glowing contract drift into the room. It hovered before the mage then burst into blue flame. Within seconds, it was ash. Magnus and I stared in shock. Magus was the first to speak. “What… in the bloody fangs was that?” he asked. I turned to the mage. “That was the contract,” I said, voice low. “The one you made with me. Why is it burning?”

The living room was inside, and the bedroom was even further in, but Christine suddenly felt the fluctuations of magic, which immediately triggered the 'Mage Armour' on the magic ring on her left hand, and she immediately flew out of the room. But it was already too late. A huge spider web covered her, Nazan the mage and the maid. It was a second level spell called 'Spiderweb'. This spell can create many layers of tough, sticky silk threads. These threads are similar to spider silk, but much thicker and stronger. They will entangle living creatures within range.

"It’s not as cool as you think, Raven. At least, not in my case." I straightened up, my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" "I am a mage without active magic," she explained, her voice flat. "I only have it innately. I cannot create power from within myself. I need the assistance of charms and relics already infused with magic from sacred mountains to do even the simplest tasks." I blinked owlishly at her, wondering what kind of new mess this was. "I don't understand." "Just as there are wolves who cannot shift into beasts, there are mages who cannot wield magic independently," she said, beginning to walk again. "We are called siphoners. We can hold magic, and we can direct it, but we cann

The thought came out in a shaky breath as I kept reading. Because werewolves were physically stronger and far greater in number, the mages were on the losing end. Even with their abilities, using magic drained them, making their powers almost useless in an active war zone. Which led some of them to seek out something forbidden… I paused as I turned the page, only to find it jumped to an entirely different creature. My eyes scanned it once. Then again. And that’s when i realized the remaining pages had been ripped out. A growl rose in my chest the second it sank in, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed the book and hurled it across the room.

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

The book was somehow thick. Naomi's eyes were glued into a specific word in the cover. Mage? Just like how there are records about the night market in the first five books, there are also records about mages as well. Being a mage is a noble occupation, much more noble than merchants. In order to become a mage, one should have a lot of resources like herbs. The farther one goes towards the step of becoming a mage, the higher the resources they need. It was extremely costly that some people who have decided to walk the path of becoming a mage, especially those from common families, decided to give up due to the lack of resources.

" The four new acquaintances gaped in shock. Nawa questioned, again she verified, "Are you serious?" Li Wei gave a head nod. The flames in his hand suddenly flickered, bouncing around and appearing to be quite subdued in appearance. His four new allies said in unison, "He's a mage!" as they all stood. Mage is an extremely hard position to find anywhere. Continued