Magi Yunan Novels & Stories

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

It was the sign all the Immortal knew; the new Magi had ascended to lead them and across the Realms, each Species bowed to one knee in supplication to their new Queen. Killian stared in shock at the stunningly beautiful display lighting up the sky. the colourful lightning bolts were so bright people were mesmerised by them. The Elderly knew what the signs meant; the young just enjoyed the display. All were held entranced by the spectacle except for Killian who flew across the colourful sky to its source. Tegan had no idea what was unleashing inside her, he had meant to use

After that, he slowly closed his eyes. 'Circe, I did my best.' 'Whether the road ahead will be a blessing or a curse, you will be on your own.' "Haha…" Master Magaera held the oracle bone and looked at it for a moment. Then, he looked up to the sky and laughed. 'The supreme leader of the fiend race who has been causing chaos in the Godly Region for thousands of years is finally murdered by me. Who else in the Godly Region can come close to having such a great contribution like mine?'

And how did it differed from the magic she knew. “This,” Fenryn then continued, “is why our mages are under tight restrictions. Their magic is born of the old Gods, and it is because of this; that they are easily possessed by them.” This man continued to surprise her with the vast knowledge he possessed. Just who was he, really? “The Malruthiia.” She said quietly, “that is what we call those who live with the humans.” Though she explained this, her true attention was still upon the sword. The more she looked at it, the more she thought she understood.