Mages In Oblivion Novels & Stories

She fired rapidly without a response from her perceived intruder. Pulling her magic tightly to herself, Rosabella erased her magical presence as much as she could and turned to leave. Just as she made it out the door, a large wave of magic slammed through the room almost tripping her, her spell wavered for a moment but that was all Olive needed. "HEY!" She barked spurring Rosabella's retreat. Olive chased after her and just as she was about to round the corner that led to her mother's hallway, her mother stepped out first dressed in her sleep clothes and her eye mask raised to her forehead.

As the energy beasts cleared out the sound wave net lowered. The smaller airships got freed up and launched attacks on the horde below. The cover provided by the airships allowed the mages to fight at full strength, with no need to worry about attacks from above. Megan with her team of water mages created an ocean on death. It was billions of water blades moving throughout the battlefield in unison, cutting energy beasts to pieces. The appearance of Megan brought a second wave of strength to the army as they assembled behind their commander and became a sharp blade while the horde became high grass.

The Sorceresses in particular were necessary if they were to get through the mystic defenses their enemy was employing. Hurry, Na’Himara, she thought. You are needed. Ghaeron was not ready to retreat. He dove again, ignoring the bolts that struck him, raking through the front of the lines with his claws. One of the Mages was impaled upon a hind claw, and at least twenty Goblins were swept back, smashing into one another as the Dragon sped through. The body of the Mage fell among the angry Goblins as Ghaeron flapped higher, flinching as the energy assault was renewed.

The ghastly sight will surely make anyone vomit their gut out. Survivors screamed in panic, yelling for help and begging to be saved, but those pleading went unanswered. Hopelessness is evident in everyone's eyes. The situation is too dire. There's no way out. Escape is not possible. It's either to be eaten by the ghoul or choosing to end your own life as despair had shrouded the hope completely. Maverick's soldiers are non-human, but rather half-immortal creatures from the underworld. Their physical strength and magic surpassed the human. Unless you're rank B, A, or S magician, you're doom to be killed. Maverick hasn't even deployed his Twelve Generals, rumored to be the most powerful dark

The ground shook when the goblin chieftain stomped towards them, clearly having spotted their presence. As the start of their attack, several mages chanted an offensive spell. It managed to scratch the chieftain, but not enough to hurt him severely. But still, they tried again, with different formations and strategies commanded by Minerva. Carter was astounded to see the sight in front of his eyes.

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

The Water Mages, with their water and ice defense, couldn’t quench the fire that burnt up their water. The Air Mages tried to divert the fire back to Lucian with strong wind, but the fire beat through the air. The Earth Mages set up a wall of defense between themselves and the fire. The fire, already weakened by the water and air counterattacks, still managed to break through the strong wall of defense and burn some of the Mages. Mages who had part of their bodies blistered screamed in agony, and Zeda cried as the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

It was a snare, designed not to call something forth but to pull something in and hold it there. At its center stood the High Priestess, draped in obsidian silk that drank the light around her, crimson eyes gleaming with quiet triumph. Her presence wrapped the chamber in stillness, a velvet hush heavy with anticipation. Three hooded figures flanked her, motionless and silent, their forms obscured by shadow—Umbra mages, Gregory assumed, instruments waiting to be used. He took another step forward, ready to begin, and then his breath caught.

The air crackled with arcane energy as the two mages clashed. Elian, ever the tactician, coordinated the team's response. "Brody, take point! Jasper, support Athena!" Brody charged forward, his sword slicing through Ravenswood's minions. Jasper joined Athena, their combined magic bolstering her defenses. Ravenswood retaliated with a blast of dark energy, sending Jasper stumbling back. Athena absorbed the impact, her magic faltering. Scarlett and Lucine broke free from the shadowy tendrils, their lunar powers surging. They joined Brody, slashing through Ravenswood's defenses.

Even in the daylight, their obsidian eyes looked like a deep, bottomless abyss of death and despair as they struck down one enemy after another with deadly efficacy that no ordinary mages of the Orthodox Path stood any chance. However, the invaders have no lack of firepower themselves; mages of the Nirvana or even the Apotheosis Realm were locked in fierce battles against mighty Corpse Puppets that wielded several centuries worth of Malicious Grudge. They had managed to blitz through the walls of the Ridge but were faced with the relentless reprisals of the defenders when the Sect had unleashed more of their Corpse Puppets and the battle was now in a stalemate.