Mages Fantasy Novels & Stories

Larry stood here, right before us, in reality not merely an apparition of the substance with which dreams were made out of, as we had all had multiple dreams concerning Larry, nightmares really, terrible ones that had me waking up violently, only to discover that I had broken out into a profuse sweat. No, this Larry that had asked for an audience with us was real, flesh, blood and bone, or at least it 'looked' like Larry. The guard who had shown Larry in had informed us a little of what Larry had told him of his ordeal, and it seemed he had spent some time with a mage. How did he expect us to trust him in that case? Mages were famous for their myriad abilities, famous and feared. They were s

The fae are in a glass walled studio we pass on the upper level and I stop walking entirely for a full three seconds because I cannot help it. They look like someone took the idea of beautiful and pushed it past the point where it stops being comfortable. They look so symmetrical and bright. Miss Odera tugs my sleeve gently and I remember how to walk. The mages are the most interesting to me. Their marks move. I notice it on a girl sitting on a bench outside what looks like a library, symbols running up her forearms in dark ink that shift and rearrange themselves while I watch.

His eyes were glowing faint silver, the same silver as Killian’s — only sharper, more feral. Elsewhere on the field, Harlow led her unit with fire in her veins, cutting a path through the enemy lines. Maera unleashed spells that cracked the ground itself, swallowing remnants in chasms. But for every one that fell, two more clawed out of the smoke. The guild was being surrounded. “Fall back to the ridge!” Maera screamed, her voice amplified by spell craft. “Form the circle!” The army obeyed, pulling into tighter lines, shields locking. The ridge was their anchor now, and if it fell, they’d all drown in the tide of shadows.

Rex asked, he was eager to be rid of this restriction. “It can be removed, with little effort to someone trained in weave magic, the spell was designed to allow a user to cast many spells, sharing the load between ones mana pool and physical strength, in essence drawing fuel from your mana pool and your own energy reserves at the same time. It was ingenious for battle mages, if you trained strength and extended your own mana pool, you would be a force to be reckoned with, it has been modified in a way that the spell draws strength from you to continue feeding it, in essence, if you lived for 100 years, the spell would never die out. I can give you instructions to relay to Duncan, the sage wh

Even if the old knight managed to get back up from the capital, there was no telling how high the death toll would be. According to Lorren, the chance of a goblin magician having more than one elemental affinity was rare. Unlike shamans, who were well-versed in debuff casting, magicians were capable of terrain reforming and manipulating nature with which they had an affinity. Using this ability, they could assist their allies or cripple their enemies. Both abilities were equally terrifying as there was little non-magicians could do against a magician. The Shady Merchant offered Zen an expensive deal demanding player credits in exchange for a low magic-resistant armour. The armour was not onl

Spoke up one of the other men at the table in a curt fashion that said he didn’t care about anything, especially all that much, least of all what I thought. My mouth moved wordlessly for a moment and then gathering my shaking demeanor, together I asked, “What is it that you want from me, because I’ve done nothing wrong and I have every right to return home.” “No, Fantasy I don’t think you understand the matter at all.” Said the first speaker. “You see, you don’t have any rights at all if we say that you don’t. In fact, you don’t even exist and for that matter, your parents, as well, if we decide to say so.”

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

While they are walking towards the students, they saw someone familiar approaching them. It is Kiyoko-san. Kiyoko-san is a girl who is also studying here. Although she looks like a guy, she is actually a girl. She is a powerful mage who uses fire magic. "Hey guys, how are things going?" "Good thanks to you. We've finally found the first two items." "Yay! Glad to hear that!" "Yeah! Thanks, Kiyoko-san!" "No problem." For Earth and Sky, they managed to get the first two items.

Looking through the glass, a bright smile came upon his face and he pushed the door and entered. He quietly made his way along the sidelines and took a seat in the gallery. He looked out of the field to see a pink-haired girl in a tight bodysuit waving around two 3ft tall rapiers. It was Megan practicing her sword skills with no magic. This was what separated combat mages from practitioners of other magic paths.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.