Magic Emperor 247 Novels & Stories

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When the number seven appeared, the mayor’s expression became extremely serious, and he suddenly vanished from where he was standing. “Hahahaha, excellent! A Level 7 talent—and one of the highest ranks at that. Mayor, does that mean you can come to the capital to receive the Moon King’s blessing?” asked General Ning, seizing the opportunity to lure the mayor to the capital. A Level 7 talent—that was enough to ensure the mayor’s promise to return to the capital would be fulfilled. And if the city lord refused, then in front of everyone here, it would be the same as insulting the king, which would tarnish his own reputation right then and there. The city lord and Tian Sen exchanged glances; th

Debris and freezing wind, as well as an overwhelming, draconic pressure, crashed down from above. A tall figure descended. Golden hair, golden-slitted pupils, and scales faintly emerged across the figure’s body. His features were sharp, cold, and utterly inhuman. He was the Dragon Emperor. He stood amid the ruins, his gaze like a blade, locking directly onto the golden tail around my ankle. My brain was completely short-circuited. The next second, a small, golden figure shot up from the bed. The little guy transformed mid-air into his dragon form—a small, golden-scaled dragon—and blocked the opening.

I felt a gentle pulse of magic brush against my skin. “Fascinating,” the archmage murmured. “Your soul is too strong for this vessel. It is like trying to pour an ocean into a cup. The world resists it, yet you remain stable. How?” “I refuse to break,” I said simply. Valerian chuckled. “Pride like that is dangerous. But useful.” Magnus crossed his arms. “Can you help him control it?” “I can try,” Valerian replied. “We will start with simple exercises. Learning to balance the flow. If we do not, the instability may grow. It could affect the palace itself one day.”

"We would have done the same thing though, and came here-" Except, it was Ezra who could make the portal between the worlds. If he'd been the one poisoned and cut off from his power, we never could have come here to get a cure. "We wouldn't have made it here." Poe nodded. "And, a Summoner's power is different from the other Necromancers. It grows and builds and must be released regularly. If that poison were to be used on any Reinhardt, it's a death sentence." I shivered, despite the jungle heat, realizing just how close Ezra had come to death.

I peer at him. “Uh… what is the correlation between emotions and a mage’s power?” Elias’ brows crease further. He sits at the edge of the bed and asks, “Why?” I lean back on the single-seater couch and look at him expectantly. “Yes, it does. Isn't it for everyone? Strong emotions like anger, shame, fear, and sadness influence a lot of people. It is not an exception for a mage either. While controlling our Element, if we are influenced by any stronger emotion and can’t keep ourselves calm then it might harm us or our opponent or anyone we are trying to protect.” Elias’ words made so much sense.

For the moment he couldn’t yet open transdimensional portals at will, but fortunately once his soldiers were sent out, they could all receive his orders through communication stones that had a spatial rune on them. Once his Prophet left to communicate his orders to his elite soldiers, he returned to a dimension that his predecessors had created and began to meditate. This dimension was saturated with demonic energy which was the equivalent of spiritual energy for humans and the more he absorbed the more powerful he would become, it was only a matter of time before he found the golden dragon and The legendary mage and he had to be ready to welcome them properly. …………………….. Astoria world 2.01

Micah makes some unsettling sounds and tries to take a deep breath. I place my hands over his body, concentrate, and pray to the moon goddess to let me heal Micah. I can hear my parents’ howl. They are almost here. I try holding my wand over Micah, sobbing profusely in hopes my wand will work. When I realised no magic would be coming to my aid, I burst into tears. Micah weakly takes my hand, squeezes it gently, and tries to talk. ‘Shh, shh,’ I say, crying. What feels like a myriad of tears, fall from my eyes onto Micah’s face. ‘You’re going to be okay, Micah. You just need to save your energy, okay? My mother will be here any moment, and she will heal you,’ I assure him and begin to hum whil

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b

After the Blood Emperor's spine was taken away, he couldn't bear the pain. At the same time, he was ashamed and angry. He was an Immortal Emperor, but his natural magic treasure was taken away. He was like a slug now. "Immortal Emperor Chu, return my natural magic treasure. Let's have a battle. I'll fight you to the death." The Blood Emperor roared, causing the countless stars to tremble. Chu Xun sneered and said playfully, "Are you stupid? Or do you think I am stupid?"