Magic Fantasy Novels & Stories

He watched Killian with fascination, his lips curling. “I wondered how long it would take for your blood to show itself.” Killian staggered back, breath ragged, shadows writhing around him like a cloak. He wanted to stop, but the magic wanted more. His rage was its feast, and it was still hungry. “Seize him!” Averre roared. More guards surged forward. Killian’s vision blurred red, his heart hammering faster and faster until he couldn’t tell if it was his pulse or the vault of shadows in his chest.

Let me tell you everything inside, my neck is still numb," he said in a serious tone. ***** "How can I tell her the truth? I'm afraid she might faint again." Ibrahil wanted to spill it out only that he doesn't know how she will react. The truth will turn her world upside down, but then again she deserves to know. She brought Andrea into his world, the world of Encantados. They are different from humans because they possess magical powers. They live in a realm invisible to them. They can pretend as humans to find a mate and lure them or enchant them so they can live with them. They can only love once. Whoever owns their heart will own them forever.

One of the children in the group is powerful enough to make a difference, the rest are mediocre at best, but I need every bit of energy I can find if I'm to cast the spell successfully. Drawing every bit of energy I can from the witches and the earth, I launch a devastating spell at The Templars. The magic is so powerful that I can’t contain my light. It tears out of me in an agonising ball of lightning. I hear both humans and wolves cry out in terror as the magic gallops through the forest, searching out humans, lighting Drummond’s territory up like Chernobyl. I didn’t have time to pinpoint the magic so it would only affect The Templars. Any humans, including the wolves’ human mates if they

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.

When the first streak of their lances ended, I commanded the attack. When we leapt towards the insides of the castle with aim to strike Wengarthrian demons, we all felt the pull of unknown, novel and mysterious magic, which pushed us into the castle with warp-like speed. It is impossible to resist the urge to submit to this magic pull, and we were all drawn into the fortress. Macabantran fortress looks colossal, creepy and eldritch from the inside, although it is hard to seize its actual shape and size given that it is pitch black and dark within. All the demons of the Wengarthria, which were attacking us just seconds ago, withdrew in the darkness, disappearing from our sight in the next mom

I barely remembered running, but I did remember the piercing screams of Char while Leonora called after me. Mayhem: there was mayhem everywhere. I didn’t even recognize the foyer of the palace; it was completely destroyed. Hues of fire painted what were once the walls and floors. Magic etched in stone, taunting my very presence. I could hear the screaming and the killing as the battle continued. Bears were attacking wolves and wolves were desperate to protect themselves, but there was something in the air that drained their magic, that made them weaker and less able to defend themselves. My eyes found Mirage who was standing with her coven, the dark magic swirling around them, strengthening

“It is resistant to magic, no matter what you do it won’t budge.” ——— Liking the story please vote, comment and leave a review! Orz!

Erik noticed that. "You can talk, Mr. Potter." "Thank you, sir. I wanted to ask what kind of magic is this that you are using?" "It's called magecraft, Mr. Potter. While wizards and witches use a wand to focus their magic and cast spells, magecraft is an advance use of magic. It doesn't require a focus to use when you are an advanced user, but most people still use a staff. Magecraft differs from wizardry and witchcraft in the way you shape and use your magic. Where wizards and witches use mainly intent and enchantations, mages use heavy math and knowledge to construct the magic circles for their spells. Like this blue one that I am using to examine you."