Magic Survival Fusions Novels & Stories

Right in front of eyes, I saw a ball of water swirled from her right hand. She shot the wounded dragon a look as she fused her palms together, thereby mixing the water ball with the fire ball she caught from the dragon. She began to enlarge the ball as she watched the animal charged towards her. It inched closer and closer and Melanie was still hell-bent on making a huge ball out of the fire and water. “Melanie, watch out.” Megan screamed just as the dragon simultaneously attacked Melanie with its claws and tail. However, Melanie released the ball just around that same time and the dragon came crashing down with a loud growl. Melanie focused her powers and energy on getting the dragon stuck

"They're trying to contain Bellera's Spirit. They're working to save the boy." "Holy Eye! These Earthlings can do Amalgamation?!" Morton commented. "Look at their skin! That's a successful Amalgamation! Periuz!" "Look at their skin and that controlled dome of light," Prowlaz whispered in awe. Periuz nodded. Fusion is the combination of both Radiance and Gloom. On the other hand, Amalgamation is the successful union of Fusions produced by a group of Welkins. One had achieved complete power control if one had attained Fusion. But to take part in an Amalgamation means you have ascended the limits of Fusion. Collective power is much more powerful than a singularity's power. Even by attaining tha

Erica nodded reluctantly but before she could resume her practise, Elias suddenly said, "Erica, when Vrisha blocks with the wall of fire you fuse it with your flames" The three young mages looked at their tutor as if he had suddenly announced that they were living on Mars instead of the Earth. "Okay?" Erica said but the singular word came out as a question instead of an acknowledgement. "Begin". Elias commanded. Vrisha and Erica took their position opposite each other. They glanced surreptitiously at Elias and so did Grey. All of them were baffled. Nonetheless, they did not utter a word.

, said the elder elf. “But you will lose your sanity, later on”, added the older elf. “Why?”, Adolfo asked for the third time, he was so confused. “Fusion happens when creatures combine. These creatures have different minds. If they stay longer at that state, later on, their body and soul will get confused about whom to follow”, explained the elder elf. “Also, their weaknesses were combined and that means it will consume the body faster than the normal ones, unless they do not have any weakness, but I doubt”, added the elder elf.

I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children. “Now there are many realms beyond this one that are filled with such creatures.” “Why have I never seen them?” “Because the lands are divided into realms that allow particular creatures. And aside from that, most look like you anyway. They’re only made obvious if they’re touched by one known as the Spark.” “Spark?” “If a Spark were to touch you, then you would fully evolve into whatever you carried the blood of. Thus being ‘Sparked’ into being.” “What if you didn’t know you had the blood of some…Creature.”

The moment Norman heard the word "divorce" from me, his reaction was extreme. "No! Cindy, that's not real! I never agreed to it! I've already punished Julia and the one who made you swap bodies. Look!" He frantically pulled out his phone, showing me a gallery full of surveillance videos. He tapped one at random—it was a clip of Julia being tortured with electric shocks. She was so thin that she was unrecognizable, her eyes empty and lifeless.

Mirrors pushed themselves out of invisible walls, tall and narrow and warped, reflecting us and not‑us in stuttering loops. Grave pages drifted down from the ceiling like black‑edged snow, only to vanish an inch above our heads, leaving behind a whisper that sounded suspiciously like the Graveyard’s unfinished chorus. The Core was splicing its own worlds together. Panic flared hot in my chest. “It’s fusing them,” Corvin said, voice low. “Pulling hazards from every round, layering them. No exits. No objectives but survive.” The Admin confirmed it a second later.

He hurried over to me, reaching out to pull me into his arms. "I knew that you still had me in your heart, Molly! Let's team up now. Riley's going to show up any second now!" I dodged away from his hands and calmly said, "You only have a teleportation skill. It's useless during this magnet apocalypse." Mistakenly assuming that I was worried about his safety, Frank rushed to explain himself. "It's fine since we'll share skills once we team up. I'll be able to use your reverse photosynthesis skill as well. We'll be able to survive till the very end of the game!"

"We are not dying in this dark hole. Not today." I closed my eyes and reached deep into my own spirit. I stopped trying to just heal his body. Instead, I opened the gates of my royal bloodline wide, allowing my surging magic to intertwine directly with his fading Alpha aura. It was a risky, ancient technique—a total soul merge that only true mates could perform. The purple light in our small cave flared wildly, turning into a blinding sun of golden-purple brilliance.

She ran a hand through his sweaty locks and kissed his forehead, tears glistened in her eyes. “I have some bad news for you both,” Plume’s tone sat on the edge of self-hatred, and he frowned as he spoke. “The eidolon is an S class magical ability. S class abilities are considered too dangerous to be trained in a human city.” “What does that mean?” weakness took over Warren's young body. His legs wobbled worse than jello, as he rose to his feet. Nerea glared at Plume, “Why didn’t you tell us when we walked in?”