Magic Caster Novels & Stories

His presence was imposing, his very being radiating an aura of strength and dominance. As I gazed upon him, a faint sense of familiarity stirred within me. It was as if I had heard whispers of his family before. [Lucifer Celeste] [Level 184] [Class- Grand Destruction Mage] The air was electric with tension as one of the mages, his face twisted in rage, hurled a vitriolic insult at you. "Hey, you bastard How dare you ignore—" But Lucifer's raised hand was a swift and decisive intervention, silencing the mage's tirade before it could escalate further.

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.

Then, he patted his clothes and looked at Viscount Cedra. "Viscount Cedra, I'd wait for your explanation for this." Marquis Montcada said. The knights and two mages that were with Marquis Montcada compressed on him. A teleportation spell was activated when one of the mage raised his staff.Within just a few seconds, Marquis Montcada and his party were gone. Viscount Cedra inwardly sighed. Then, he faced the guests who saw and heard what the Marquis Montcada said.

He looked terrified. Charlie also looked shocked. That was the Death Cast, a Dark Magic. It was a very mysterious Dark Magic. The target of the spell could be turned into something intangible. What the target would be turned into was up to the spell caster. However, if the caster had not mastered Dark Power, the spell would most likely fail and cause harm to the caster. Moreover, the Death Cast had a high possibility of failure. It was a Higher Order magic, after all. The demon started to chant something. A lot of dark mists were emitted, which gradually enveloped him and Lou.

This nonchalant attitude irked Jester—it reminded him too much of someone he had recently met at the AG. “I’d like to ask you the same thing.” Flying or floating spells were considered high-rank magic that only powerful Mages could cast, and even then, casting one with barely an incantation was highly unusual. It was a simple matter to Jester, of course, since it was one of his inherent abilities and not a spell, but for this man… “Then my answer is the same as yours. I’m pretending to be mediocre and unimportant,” he replied. He guessed that under the mask, the man was probably smirking.

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?”