Magi Hakuei Novels & Stories

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.

Rita The hall buzzed with energy as students gathered for their first practical magic class. The space, usually reserved for assemblies, had been transformed—circles of salt and herbs marked workstations, and the air hummed with the residue of old spells. Rita stood beside Freda, watching as the instructor—a stout witch with silver-streaked braids—demonstrated a basic energy channeling exercise. "Focus on the earth beneath you," the teacher intoned. "Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."

Alice nodded, her expression unreadable as she turned to Maggie. Maggie swallowed. "I’m Maggie. Half-witch, half-fae. My mother was gifted, but she—" She hesitated, looking away for a moment. "She never got to teach me. So, I guess…I’m here to figure out what she never got to show me."

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

Paige then explained to her, "I'm going to find out soon, my mother told me that on my 16th birthday, she would give me the magic herb called Soul’s revelation, I still have a month to wait but I can't stop thinking about it. Let me explain to you, this magic herb allows you to find out if you have a particular energy reserve, once swallowed you do a first test to find out if you are a mage, a warrior or a simple human. And if you realize that you have a energy reserve then you have to do a second test to know if you are a mage or a warrior. This second test will allow you to know your potential if you are a mage, and if you are a warrior then your potential are already unlimited, it is up t

“You have, haven’t you? Tell me everything you know.” Miaka might only be sixteen in human years but she had the mind of a genius. She was also very curious and was always looking for clues and details of every race, every species that existed on Earth and learning about them constantly. She had the most knowledge amongst all of us when it came to our races. So, if anyone knew about the dark mages, it had to be her.

Ohuhu is a larger community, it’s like the mother of Afugiri, the Oracle in Ohuhu superintends over the Oracle in Afugiri. The Oracle in Afugiri would quickly rush to Ohuhu Oracle to seek for help over the spells he just sensed were sent to ensure the Afugiri warriors won’t return with the Magic Beans.

Losing the sense of the superior-subordinate relationship between the two of them for a moment. Morrigan walked closer to a nearby house of an old couple that took care of a couple of children. She took out one of the bags of money she brought and handed it to the elders. The elders looked at her with wide eyes, their eyes a mixture of disbelief and questioning. “Just take it,” Morrigan urges them. They bowed and with shaking hands received the bag of money that Morrigan handed them. She timidly smiled and sat beside the old couple, playing with the hair of one of the children that went near her. “Why is your hair turning gray?” the child asked innocently. Morrigan unconsciously reached out

A crooked grin spread across his face, and Slate said, “Command the magic, Nya. Feel it.” Nya closed her eyes, wondering why she hadn’t seen this scene ever before, and put her hand over the wound. “Heart of Magic,” she whispered, “I command you to heal this wound. Heal this man, and make him whole again.” Immediately, she felt the power pulsing through her, stronger now than it ever had before. It flowed from her fingers into Slate’s chest, and he closed his eyes as a warmth embraced both of them, a circling breeze like the hottest of summer days engulfing them and sweeping them up into the air. Nya opened her eyes for a second to see a warm, red light spinning around them before they were