Magia Games Novels & Stories

"You picked the arcane, so some magic spells have to be involved. You can imbue certain effects from a magic spell on the idol after it has successfully integrated with the energy." "But I'm not a magus and neither are you. So... what then?" "Oh don't worry I can just input what's available from the database." Len was taken aback by the surprisingly modern solution. Despite already learning of magitech - technologies made and used by magi, humans with magical powers - Len still couldn't quite believe it. He was picking a magic spell to cast on the idol in a manner that was no different to downloading something from the internet. His perception of traditional magic was shaken.

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

“Camilla runs a magazine.” “It’s called The Social Circuit.” She said proudly. “We cover everything from society events to scandals and style reviews. It’s all very tasteful. I’m sure you’ve heard of it – we have hard copies and a strong online presence.” So that was where I knew her from. I had seen her face plastered on the glossy pages of the magazine. Admittedly, I had flipped through it a couple of times so I could grudgingly admit to myself that Camilla’s magazine was good. But I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

In the city of Barcelona, inside one of the biggest Mansions in the area, was Mateo. He was angry, angry at the fact that Santiago was able to play a trick on him, he was forced out of Madrid because of him. "You are not going to defeat me Santiago, I'm going to be greater than you. Just wait let me find out who you are, I'm going to make sure that you are taken out of this world. I am the only one who has to be the greatest Mafia of all time."

Outside the Hotel, Richard got into his Honda Civic Saloon car and drove away. Had he looked into his rearview mirror, he could have seen a metallic grey Peugeot 504 car pull out from the front park and follow him. Richard drove casually through the town center. In Cairo Road, he parked his car in front of CENTRAL AFRICA TODAY magazine. The weekly magazine had offices in Zambia, Malawi, and Zimbabwe. The metallic gray Peugeot parked one hundred meters down the road.

5,000 gold coins can only be exchanged into 1 mage coin! [Woah! That is one grossly overcharging practice. It is daylight robbery to charge that amount of money for single coin.] " I never thought that learning magic is a money-burning course!!!"

Matthew had a laugh as he was about done talking. “Video games sure sound fun. I kinda wish I could play it some day.” Metil said. “Oh, using real magic and abilities are much more fun and awesome, if only we don’t risk our lives. Games could only do it visually. A lot of things are taken into consideration to increase the immersion but it can’t beat actually having to summon energy and form spell structures.” “I get what you mean.” Another silence fell as many times before during their chat. They had seemingly ran out of topics to talk about.

Wanting to offer any help to her. “It’s fine dear.” Mrs. Letty assured. “Inside this house, I can cast spells freely and make my day easier.” Lucas sat on the breakfast table, furrowing. “Is that means we can’t use magic outside the house?” “No, dear, magic users aren’t popular lately. Even though this town is the safest place to live, we still need to hide our true identity. I heard across the lands that hunters are everywhere in search for our kind.” “Got it. Live carefully.” Lucas saw Mrs. Letty sat across him. “Can I do something, I mean like work? It doesn’t feel right, me sitting idle in the house, while you had helped me a lot.”

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

I said to Amiel. “You still can, dear. There are many points through which magic flows in your body. Basically, there are only three; mind, hands, and blood. You’ve used the first two a lot. The second one is weaker when compared to the other two. It is basically a means of channeling magic created by means of the other two. But it is also capable of creating its own magic called ‘manus magic’. And as it happens that a woman’s mental strength is normally consumed by her pregnancy as she constantly battles to make sure she successfully delivers. This brings you down to the last means; the blood magic which is far superior to mental magic and manus magic.”