James The Magician Novels & Stories

But something else is missing. "Hmm," James says, a dangerous, playful glint entering his eyes as he winks at the room. "Perhaps I should have warned you. My gift heals any kind of wound, even a witch's magic. Your mark was made of magic, Miss Betty. My gift just took it away." The room goes dead silent. "I guess it is free competition right now for your hand," James says softly. "Or your neck." Every single king around the table stands up. Mitchell and Adriel move in unison, stepping in front of my chair, their bodies forming a solid, defensive shield.

“Although I might be weak, James here is powerful. You shouldn’t underestimate him. He has quite a few treasures in his possession.” Walganus knew about James’ identity and history. He was aware James was from Earth and that he was Earth’s greatest champion who had a number of excellent boons. If he encountered James anywhere else, he would have already stolen James’ treasures. Right now, he was eyeing the treasures that James was about to obtain. The Blademaster of Mount Grinch looked at James. He could tell that James had not even stepped into the Sage Rank. However, he also heard of how James recently eliminated a number of Sages in a single move.

lisa replied folding her arms in front of her determined not to make this easy for them. “As you wish.” He replied. “This is James, the High King’s personal Magi and you’ve met High Prince Phillip already…” Lisa kept her eyes firmly on James who was unashamedly examining her from from under his slightly wonky glasses. She was determined not even to glance in High Prince phillip’s direction even though she could feel his eyes boring into her, watching her every move like she was about to do something he’d need to react to. “You are welcome here Fate.” James said with a tilt of his head. “You have had a long journey and one not without danger.”

He’d removed his boots before sitting down, and those were dry, waiting for him on the beach, but his pants were soaked through and caked in salt. The moon was high, golden, the sky bright with scattered stars. They winked down at him, mocking him with their tranquility. His mind offered more chaos than he thought he could bear. His father, the king Allan, was sick. The healers did not know if he would recover. James’s mother, Queen Almera, was frantic with worry. She’d tried countless spells and incantations, yet nothing she’d done had worked. James had tried countless spells, using the healing magic he’d stolen from her. Not even that elicited favorable results. Alvina suspected foul play,

The guard whispered mockingly "What is distinguished in someone like you to attract the attention of someone like him? It's weird... and yeah he is not only the king's brother, he is also his prime minister, the king right hand, add to all of that Mr. James is the only vampire in the whole kingdom who could successfully use the black magic that run in his veins, His power may be limitless, But no one will really knows because he does not use it" I stared at Mr. James, he was whispering with Mr. Hardy. I could not hear what they were saying, but it seemed from his expressions that there is something that worried him. Is he really my father? Or he just the king's brother who came to enjoy watc

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"Before you detained us, I already had a master and I've not yet granted them all three wishes. You are not my master and you never will be." "We shall see about that. Any creature dumb enough to let you out of its sight doesn't deserve you." I thought now was the time to step up and see if Laeddin had, in fact, given me the power to speak the gargoyle language. "Emperor Jagg." I paused, my fingers stroking the bear charm at my wrist, even as I recognized my words sounded different inside my mouth. "My name is Jasmine. I am the princess of Sharra, home to many creatures of the seven magics. As the genie said, we are in desperate need of your help." I bowed.

But when they met the gaze of a frowning professor, who was also worried about the situation created for he knew the gravity of the situation, those ignorant quickly stopped laughing. They had a reason to stop laughing. The situation wasn’t easy for the three competitors at the Elmbridge Magic School. The young wizard Alexander probably thought that everything would be simple, after he saw how easily Ehm'il managed to take the parchment. But unfortunately, he lacked the speed and the agility of the elf. So in a few moments the golems were behind him. One of them tried to catch him, and young Alexander hardly managed at the last moment to avoid his blow. “Constantiam!” he shouted, pointing hi

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.