Magic Caster Novels & Stories

Corvu is completely bewildered and rubs his ear. “I thought you couldn’t use the amulet for magic.” He blinks, but I just laugh. “It’s not real magic.” I begin, “It’s just a trick, perfected through the art of diversion and confusion.” He grabs my hand with the pebble in it and turns it over. “How’d you do it?”

"Magic spell is an incantation, a spell, a charm, an enchantment or a bewitchery, it is a magical formula intended to trigger a magical effect on a person or objects by consuming mana— Restia." Seeming to know that I needed demonstration, Restia then reaches out her right hand, concentrating a ball of glowing, white-coloured mana on her palm. "Whoa, so that ball on her hand is mana…? It's pretty…" When I realised, his finger is already near that ball. "H-Hey, don't touch it…!" BOOM! "Kyaa…!?" Restia's mana ball exploded. That impact from her palm sends her flying backwards. Thankfully, Dómr's daughter caught Restia with her body.

I checked the system to see the list of my skills Main skills: [Mana Mastery] [Magic Mastery] [Dark Magic] [Space Magic] [Enchant Magic] [Psychic Magic] [Evil Eyes] [Abyss Magic] [Martial Art] [Magic Craft] Sub skills: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance] [Evil Eye of Distortion] [Evil Eye of Illusion] [Evil Eye Grudge] [Mana Records] [Take Over] [Telekinesis] [Space Maneuver] [Force Field] [Pain infliction] [Provocation][Dark Manipulation] [Curse Magic] [Puppet Mastery] [Totem Magic] [Witchcraft] [Necromancy] [Time Arc] [Archive]

“Even then, the spell might finish if enough blood has already been spilled.” I stared at him. “That’s impossible.” “Yes.” His smile was bitter. “I know.” I stood there, my mind racing through every strategy and watching each one collapse. “How do I stop a spell that might finish even after the caster is dead?” I asked. “You don’t.” Aldric reached into his robes and pulled out a small crystal that glowed with faint light. “But this might. It’s a disruptor. If you can get close enough to touch her while she’s casting, activate this. It should shatter the binding before it locks in.”

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

Not just as enemies, but as beasts, unworthy of any dignity or respect. And for most of my life, I’ve agreed with that. It’s only in the past few days that I’ve started to wonder. If my mind can be changed, maybe his can too. “Bruce,” I say. “Let’s just talk.” “I’m not going to let you do magic on me,” he says. “You know I can’t,” I tell him. “Iron chains neutralize Moon Casters. You know this.” “So you are a Moon Caster? You admit it?”

The caster system includes many different schools, with varying primary and secondary attributes. For instance, elemental mages have mental and energy as their primary attributes, and mystery and charm as secondary ones. Curse mages prioritize mental and mystery, with energy as their secondary attribute. Mind mages focus on mental and charm, with energy and mystery as secondary attributes. There are also some unconventional caster schools, like the famous "melee mages," "bloodline sorcerers," and "druids," whose physiques are anything but weak. So, before rushing into a fight with a caster, it’s wise to understand their school of magic.

The anger on the mage’s face dissolved, melting into an expression I couldn’t decipher—a profound shock that bordered on reverence. The vortex of mana dissipated into motes of fading light, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. The mage could only stare, his previous fury forgotten. "But... you have no mana," he sputtered, shaking his head. "No signature. How is that possible?" With a slow, deliberate movement, Cassius reached up and pulled back the deep hood of his cloak. His long, elegantly pointed ears were stark and strange in the bright sunlight. “Because her magic is not of your kind,” Cassius stated, his voice calm and steady in the charged air. “She is part elf.”

“What do you need from us?” Lysandra stepped closer to the platform. “You’ll channel your energies into me while I cast. Each of you will serve a purpose in anchoring the spell. Sara, you’ll provide the stabilizing energy - keep the spell from overloading. Cassius, your vampiric magic is potent and precise. You’ll feed me the strength to amplify the reach of the incantation.” “And me?” Zoe asked, her voice steady despite the apprehension gnawing at her.

“It will help you to use what magic is suitable for you. Magic spell are difficult to remember and this is usually the fastest way to teach children of magics that they need to know in many occasions. I added some of offensive magics and also a healing magic. But beware that our healing magic won’t heal a wound permanently.” Rose nodded her head, expressing her gratefulness with her face, “Thank you. Thank you, Master.” “It’s what I should do, especially to you who had never deserved this,” the master explained to her, his eyebrows downcast as he felt terrible in her sake. “She feels like a child,” Eston whispered as he stood right beside Mona. “Yet I could feel a tremendous amount of magic