Magic Manga Novels & Stories

I watched my grandmother kick her ass from the inside before Ahbi settled down, one final flare of her appearing in Ameline's eyes before my enemy pulled herself upright, panting for breath. Her lips curved in a vicious grin. "At last," she said, voice full of power, her maji magic appearing in a rippling rainbow around her. "At last!" I rolled my eyes, fully expecting a resounding mwahahaha evil laugh, even as I saw Ahbi flex herself again, Ameline gasping, the maji net falling apart as she fought for control.

the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.” That drew a few murmurs from the crowd. Energy Burst was no joke. It allowed a fighter to release explosive pulses from any point of contact—fist, elbow, knee, foot. Devastating in close range. But then again, he wasn’t royalty. No amplifier. Just raw talent. Still, that was more than enough to leave someone in the dirt. Nyomei stepped into the ring, drawing a few snickers from the crowd. Too soft, too quiet, too nervous. Easy win.

The first figure was Maggie, her scarily thin face twisted into an evil smile, her eyes filled with a dark look, vengeance. In her hands, she held a heavy hammer, its head stained with rust, or worse. Beside her was Scar, who looked scarily thin, with a jagged scar across his face, he held a metal club in one hand and an electric twirler in the other. “Hello,” Maggie said, her voice filled with hatred, her smile looked disturbing as she stepped closer. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.

****** Name - Lienne Paris Age - 14 Race - Human Magic energy type - Mana energy Magic type - Elemental (fire) Mana renewal - 10 / per minute Strength - 150 HP - 110 Agility - 400 Intelligence - 50 Perception - 79 Skills - Phoenix flames ( level - 3 ) : allows the user to increase their agility, forms fire on the user's hand, can be used to attack opponents. Amaterasu's grand flames ( level - 10 ) : allows the user to cover their body with flames. Can shoot fire balls with this technique. ****** Vis was not even a slightly surprised, he anticipated this already. As well as, he had his own plans, he spoke up inside his mind , " The sin of pride, I call thou to serve me ! " Magixtio was laughi

When the smoke dispersed, Mayari's appearance suddenly vanished from sight. "So this is invisibility." She mused, while staring at her see-through hand. "You truly lack expression." Aria commented. "Even your astonishment in magic is missing its liveliness." "You will be having difficulty in learning other elements of magic." The dragon stated. "Especially fire." "What's the relevance of emotion in learning magic?" Mayari asked as she started to descend the stairs. "Magic flows in accordance to our emotion." Aria explained. "Our body is the vessel, our mind is the commandment, and our soul is the bearer of mana. The mind perceive emotions, the body reacts, and the soul manifest through magic

When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen. Gregg could now see the dark figure. It was a man with white makeup on his face, along with what appeared to be black eyeshadow. The man had his pitch-black long hair tied up into a ponytail, and it looked like he had blood painted across his broad shoulders. The white makeup made the man look like Jared Leto’s Joker from the Snyder Cut Justice League. Gregg felt helpless while looking up at this shirtless, sweaty mass of raw muscle who was towering over him, holding a shiny long antique battle-ax in his left hand. Gregg recognized the man’s face through the white

I shook my head, not willing to be deterred. “No witch’s magic is stronger than the Goddess’. And the Goddess has given us no greater magic than the mate bond. I drove that bitch out of you once. Sure it was different, but I know I can again. I have my magic this time, and I promised mamma I’d save you. What kind of daughter and mate would I be if I didn’t save you.” I smiled, reaching for the magic binding him to Melania. “Your mamma? Your magic?” Tiberius furrowed his brow. Of course, he’s confused, but I don’t have time to tell him about seeing mamma and what she said to me about my magic and my wolf.

None of us took another step closer into the plce for the fear of permanent deafness. The dojo was the same as the first but the only difference was the color. BLue was radiating everywhere, rather calming if you ask me. A girl was serving some real bone breaking punches at a punching bag. A combo of punches and a round house kick tore the bag in half, sending the bottom flying across the dojo. She screamed louder than the music. I didn’t understand why my heart was beating so fast. She climbed down to get another bag when she spotted us. I couldn’t see her that well but I knew she didn’t want to see us.

The only thing I could make out from her outfit was that it was a warsuit. Just when she felt a presence in her room, she turned and saw me. I smiled weakly at her. It seems Sage's first attack did a great deal on me considering the fact that I never strengthened my power level after I got my powers back. "Megan?" Morgana gasped. She ran up to me. She pulled me into her embrace but instead of reciprocating the gesture, I collapsed into her hands. Everything went fuzzy at first. I could not see her face clearly before it all blacked out. TBC ... Pardon any mistake or incompetency guys.