Magic User Novels & Stories

"The magic feels like yours." His bright blue eyes widened. He shook his head. "I keep telling you, I don't have magic. I'm a null." I growled in frustration. "I don't know what that means." "I mute or nullify other people's magic. As in they can't use magic against me or others if I'm touching them." His partners moved up. Atlas nodded. "He can prevent shifters from shifting, stop kinetics from moving objects. He's been tested exhaustively."

“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.”

I thought he was going to attack him again, but he instead moved his hand slowly through the air, his fingers clawing at nothing. A dark circle formed. It spun like a living thing—black at the edges, clear at the center—snapping shut around Aldrin’s body and trapping him midair. My breath caught. I nearly became a stone of ice. Magic. They were right when they said Magnon used dark magic. This had to be how he was able to kill the moon itself in that historical incident. No normal wolf could bend the laws of the world like this. No normal beast could command shadows like this.

After that, Alex cast the spells consecutively. It was simply endless. Maguire was obsessed. The number of the forbidden spells had severely exceeded the limit. “Why do you know so many forbidden spells? Aren’t there only ten types of them?” “Do you want to know the answer?” asked Alex. “Yes. Tell me quickly.” “I’ll tell you then…” Poof! The next moment, Maguire found that half of a sword body suddenly penetrated out of his chest. It was the Immortal Butcher. It pierced through Maguire’s back and came out of his frontal chest.

" Oliviér's lips twitched at the words. This little assistant, was this how her mind worked? Allowing himself a short dry chuckle he raised his hand, a pair of slender fingers catching ahold of her cheek and pinching it gently. "You speak too freely," he pulled on the skin a bit. "You did not see any Rogue at the King's Tower yesterday, you did not use Magic to escape, nor do you know anything about Magic, after all Magic users are criminals in the eyes of the law." His eyes were facing her with a chilling coldness. Of course she knew how dangerous it was to be a Magic user in Hara, especially a half-breed

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I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Yet, amidst the shadows of her desolation, a spark of intrigue emerged when she encountered a magic user unlike any she had known before. On one fateful evening, as the moon hung low and the stars seemed to shimmer with secrets, Isolde's path crossed with a man named Eamon. He exuded an aura of mystique, his presence a melody that resonated with the depths of her being. Eamon was not a witch or wizard, but a magic user – someone who wielded the arcane without the trappings of the traditional magical arts.

Walking over to Rebecca, he helped her up. “Pardon?” asked Ruby. “You heard me. With your trash skills you still dare take the challenge.” “Pfft.” “What energy level are you?” Ruby frowned. Kevin said, “Ruby, every magician can use magic to active spells. Basically, anyone can use spells base on their energy level. Spiritual powers are individual users who uses specific creatures, items, themes, etc.” Ruby looked at him with a pretend confusion.

I uttered mentally out of disbelief. “Sadly, the answer is yes. While Cursed Greed Magic can steal someone's magic partially or completely, Leviathan’s Cursed Magic can make him copy someone's magic and use it at his own advantage,” he disclosed to me, adding to my astonishment. “What the fudge!” I said mentally. My though came into halt when I heard Almirah’s voice trying to bring back Suzaine into her senses. “Hey, Suzaine, wake up. Come back to your senses,” the woman gushed out, tapping the woman’s cheeks.