Magic Manga Novels & Stories

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 : Dux Probitatis Strength : 189 Agility : 50 Intelligence : 10 Mana energy : 100 / per hour Mana type : Elemental (Fire) Skills : N/A ****** There were different mana types — Elemental Magic - which drew mana from either of one of the four or five elements (water, fire, earth, air, and sometimes spirit) , fire being the most rare. The next was Superpower Magic that increased the muscle power and strength of a mana user, next was Spellwork Magic, which entirely depended on spells for using Magic, last but not the least, instead the most rarest and powerful, Chaos Magic.

Jokil approached Froster and offered a cigar, he declined. “Your quarry, is she a Battle Mage? he asked, tactfully blowing away the cigar smoke away from Froster. “Correct, she is a Battle Mage. Voltiir as well.” “This must be part of that new initiative, you think so?” Mangani Apemen had forejaws and molar tusks.

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

Jenatrix announced while looking up at President Chang and pulling her lip gloss out of her illuminated purse. President Chang watched as Jenatrix applied the lip gloss to her full lips while nodding her head rhythmically to Megan Thee Stallion. While staring across the way at Jenatrix, she could sense a danger she had never sensed before. Something was wrong, and President Chang felt that looking at Jenatrix was like looking into the mouth of a dragon. “I’m hungry,” Jenatrix smirked while standing up from her seat. The albino hitwoman snapped her fingers and danced to her hip-hop music while making her way over to President Chang’s husband.

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.

Melania shouted, blasting at me with her magic just as I was about to reach him. I snarled, holding my hands out, creating a shield. “NO, TIBERIUS ISN’T! HE IS MINE! HE IS MY MATE! AND I WILL NOT LET YOU USE HIM!” I shouted, grunting as I created a sword with my magic. “YOU TOOK ONE MATE FROM ME. I WILL NOT LET YOU TAKE ANOTHER!” I declared, swinging the sword and sending out a wave of my magic, slashing the air and sending her flying back. This time as she landed, I knew I’d hurt her.

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.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.