Magic User Novels & Stories

How could I have been so dumb? I possess one of the rarest magic in all of MistWorld, Kraegos. I could create any monster I want, even the ones with wings. Taking another deep breath, I decided to put my power to a test. Knowing I had little time left before the incoming monsters got to me, I quickly formed the image of a winged monster with the ability to fly fast, camouflage, and super strength. To ensure I didn't get lost on the way back to N.A, I gave the monster the ability to locate anywhere in MistWorld.

"I see, you have not awakened completely yet." The less hunky dude stopped, and looked at her more deeply, then he extended his arm offering a shake. "I'm Aeirmish Schmer of Greàboa." But he got turned down gracefully. "I'm also a magic user as much as you are. Watch!" He then turned to the door, stretched his right hand at it... "Em traez ord" His black lens turned green, as he watched the door breakdown and slowly crumble into dust. She became a bit settled and took a step closer to him; looking at her own palms and back at what remained of the door.

It was a paradox that left Lucifer perplexed, his mind racing to comprehend the impossibility of it all. The silence that followed was oppressive, the weight of Lucifer's unspoken questions hanging in the air like a challenge. Lucifer's eyes narrowed as he sensed the remnants of mana that lingered in the air, a presence that was unfamiliar to him. This mana, he realized, belonged to the individual standing before him. The implications were staggering. This person's mastery of magic was so exceptional that even he, the Grand Elder of the Blue Tower, renowned for his unparalleled magical prowess, was unable to detect any aura or mana emanating from them.

“You can hold a quantity of magic to use as you need. I’m guessing that means you also are more adaptable to skill sets where magic users tend to be limited to one or two of the five domains: temporalist, naturalist, elementalist, mentalist, and kineticist?” “Exactly!” she said, clapping her hands together. “It makes us very powerful in theory, but because we tend not to focus on one branch of magic, we tend to actually have weaker overall skills in any one area. Coming up against an archmage elementalist would kill most sorcerers unless they just put up a shield and hunkered down until they ran out of whatever they were getting the magic from. I am one of the

I replied, “I have a couple issues with that question. One, I didn’t just bring my magic; I brought myself too. Two, I was asked to come here to improve the relationship between shifters and humans. I am here to see if we can put an end to poaching. I had no intention of even using my magic. Get over yourself. I’m not even a witch.” He tilted his head as if he was perplexed by me, “You say you are not a witch, but you have magic. What are you then?” I replied, “I’m not telling you a thing until I know who I am talking to.” He stepped back and let out a laugh, “I do apologize, my name is Rubeus Saruman. Most people around here call me Rube. Who, may I ask, are you?” I replied, “I am Chloe Ber

“Good luck!” Sleepy, Smile, and Hisoka were beyond speechless as their minds had stopped functioning. The leg and the knee that were grabbed by Hisoka and Smile were starting to change into a pile of cards. The massive that gripped that knee fell on the ground tragically. When the hand uncurled its fingers, nothing but cards within the grip. “Card tricks!” Hisoka gritted his teeth. Magic attribute. His skill was considered the highest, just below Shadow. A magician was considered the highest level attribute. The power he wielded included all aspects in every area. Defense, power, offense, imitation. His power was the highest attribute sought by the power hunger, often, he used that to his ad

“What does the tale say that will supposedly help us determine what is happening?” “Well,” said the Water Witch. “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 re

Just like me, she had no control over her magic either, which is why she told me never to use mine. I'll never forgive myself if you get hurt. The magic in every Ruined is unstable and unpredictable. It can hurt and kill you as easily as it does others. You have to be careful. Resist every urge to use it, even when the circumstances are dire. It must be your last resort. "Here," the strange woman returns, holding up black gloves. "These will help. You can call me Magda." "Thank you," I take the gloves and put them on, grateful, "...but why did you save me?"

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.