Magia Games Novels & Stories

She was the first supernatural I knew who possessed three magics. Coco stood. "The original seven may be gone, but their magic lives on in us! At the Seven Magics Academy, we will teach you what it means to eat, sleep, and breathe your magic. Whether you have the heart of a fairy or the soul of a dragon. The speed of a vampire or the strength of a troll. The sight of an elf or the ability to transform as the locanis, you belong here, and we are honored to have you with us." The room exploded with cheering and clapping.

"Th-they came to collect, b-but I don't have any money and they're threatening to—" "From the beginning, Mom!" Asher said firmly. Magie's face was pale and her hands, clasped in her lap, were shaking. "I borrowed money," Magie said quietly. "For a business." Asher's brow furrowed. "What business?" "A diamond business, with my club friends," Magie replied. "But I got scammed, and the person who lent me the money is coming back, charging me high interest."

“You heard me, no need for me to chew my cabbage twice girl.” “They burned your eyes? Why would someone do that?” Cassia said with a tone of disbelief. “Not just someone, she’s be a thorn in my side for years. Her name is Magda and her cunt of a daughter Melba. They practice illegal magic. Mostly the dark arts and as you can see a coup.” Ogra stated matter of factly. “Is there anything that I can do to help you?” Cassia asked. “The only thing I can think of is tears from a dragon, and good luck finding some of those.” Ogra chuckled.

"I think I can learn to use elementary magic first so I can pass the test at the guild later." Wilma tried to recall elementary magic from this body's memory. She found ‘appraisal magic’ and ‘sense magic’ as well as ‘body enhancement’. The place where this body was a slave only had elementary magic books so she could only learn to use those magics. In using magic, all magicians must use spells and imagination. Wilma as a human from Earth is very rich in imagination because she is an otaku who really likes comic books and novels. Using imagination is her forte.

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

"You won't help us pay off the debt? Then we'll sue you! We'll sue you for tricking us into giving you our passports so you could go take out the loans! We'll sue you for fraud!" "Not only that," Mable added, her eyes gleaming with malice as a cruel smile spread across her face. "We'll make a scene at your wedding and let all your guests know what an ungrateful wretch you are! We'll cause trouble at your workplace as well! Let your boss and colleagues see your true colors! "Let's see who would dare hire you after that!" Their faces were full of smug triumph, convinced that those threats would work on me. But what they didn't know was I'd been waiting for them to say exactly those words.

“Well, let's see. On campus, I know of wolves, of course. Then Dorian…The Fae’s…and oh, there are a couple of warlocks…or the offspring of the previous generation. They are not allowed to practice magic, so nobody calls them that anymore.” “That’s…” Interesting. “...Too bad.” She clears her throat. “Why aren't they allowed to practice magic?” “Rules of the treaty. The same one that makes that fuckhead the Alpha, keeps everyone from waging war and going batshit crazy, and them from doing any magic.” Calian steps closer and takes her by the shoulders. “But Troy, I am telling you only because you should know what's out there. But they are dangerous… Promise me you’ll stay far away from any such

The ARC representative stepped forward in robes trimmed in silver and black, clutching a clipboard. "Players, coaches, and spectators," he announced, his voice crisp. "All magical output is monitored. Allowable magic includes speed enhancements, minor elemental effects, and protective auras. Teleportation, offensive spells, and reality-altering magic are forbidden. Overuse initiates temporary mana freeze. Penalties: minor infractions, two minutes; major infractions, five minutes plus a point deduction; severe infractions, ejection and review.

There are three more underground levels in the Mage Tower, but they are not open to the public. The basement level is the Summoning Chamber, which contains the summoning, binding, and attack spells, as well as the departure and return points for the teleportation spells. The Mage Guild's teleportation spells are open to the public, and upon payment of a f*e, users will be guided here by an apprentice without interfering with the daily lives and experiments of the mages on the upper floors.

"No, it's true enough. It's not something to worry about though. Do you know how hard it is to make silver bullets? Silver birdshot is much easier and a lot more dangerous. Mostly, it's not an issue because the general public doesn't believe in werewolves. Silver bullets aren't in high demand. You might want to keep that in mind though when you're buying jewelry. Make sure you buy gold and not silver." "Why silver though? What's so special about it?" Derek shrugged, "No one knows. There's a lot of good old-fashioned magic involved in being a werewolf. There isn't always a logical, scientific reason for how things work in our world. For instance, how come you'll never have to shave your legs