Romans & histoires Magic Fantasy Series

“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.”

Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of magic. The concept of mages has been a popular element in various mythologies and folklore throughout history, often associated with supernatural abilities and the manipulation of mystical forces. In most fantasy settings, mages are individuals who possess the innate or learned ability to harness and control magical energy. They are often depicted as having a deep understanding of the arcane arts, allowing them to cast spells, create magical artifacts, and manipulate the elements. Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

“Okay Argon do not let Anyone get to me if you must throw them in the vortex in the spell they will be consumed by the magic“ he nodded I looked to the other mage and she gave me a wink and pushed her power into me. I started to fight the barrier trying to break it down but it was so thick it was going to take a minute for sure. I started ripping through the spell left and right but to no end it was draining . Then I thought of something Falcon had said of her magic and blood. I looked around and saw a screw and pricked my hand with it and pushed the blood out the pain from the sting of it pricking me was little to nothing but it was a weird feeling. I spelled my blood with my magic making m

Towards the back, I found more crystals and among them was the high-rank mana accumulator I was looking for. On my way to buy it, I noticed they had a small section of different books for sale. As I looked at what was for sale, I saw they were all to do with magic. Apart from one of them, one was a book on parenting, 'Babies first fire, a new parents guide for newborns. Is this a magic shop or a baby store? I'm glad Larry can't see what book I'm looking at; I just know he would tease me again if he knew...'

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

nHis mother’s eyes met his, “Your father left this with me the night before he disappeared.” Corey stared at the box, what is inside? She held it tightly. “Something he wanted you to have when the time was right.” Corey’s pulse quickened. His mother slowly extended it toward him and for the first time that evening, the warmth of the family dinner disappeared. Because Corey suddenly realized something. Morgan hadn’t simply disappeared, he had left pieces of himself behind, pieces that were still waiting to be found.

I stood up. “They kill children, babies?” He stared. “They make the death look natural of course… but they are still dying by magic.” “Magic Warriors,” I shake my head, getting on to my feet. “What the fuck kind of fantasy book have I landed into. I’m losing my mind.” I begin pacing. “The men that have been after me, besides you guys, are they these warriors?” “The Ma’Zhee,” he stands up. “Yes. No one knew a shifter existed until the incident with your foster father. Though the story was told differently to the humans, saying he was attacked by the foster kids he took in.”

“It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she reached her magic into him and tried to take the power of his spirit into her. But it was more difficult than she t

“A curse so deadly bestowed upon a pack will see your demise before the key to your livelihood is born.” The jackass city wolf I’m currently dragging across the graveled path by his greasy hair mutters in a robot-like voice. His eyes remain purple, indicating that a more formidable force continues to dominate his thoughts. Being under a witch's spell is comparable to having your wolf's essence torn away, leaving it in a state of confusion, fear, and turmoil. Once freed from the witch's clutches, your wolf spirals into madness, blurring the boundaries of control, and those who overstep will forfeit their position as the leader.