Magic User Novels & Stories

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.

“Don’t even start Conor; I don’t care why you killed him. He was the best henchman I ever had, and you killed him over a woman! Sickening- Pathetic even!” Zachary started walking over to me. “Presently, there is a single Mage on this planet who possesses that same secret magic.” He grabbed me by my left arm and dragged me into the center of the open space and snapped his fingers. “Only one Mage can have the Death magic at a time. I bet you’ll never guess who that is, rat.” He hauled me to my feet and held my left arm tightly. I wish it weren’t me. “I’ll make you pay for not telling me about that magic sooner.” He hissed in my ear. “If you thought I wouldn't find out about this magic, I hope

“It’s gone.” “Only temporarily,” said Peter. “She can render all other abilities unable to function for a short time.” Interesting. It was sort of the opposite of his power. He could make you more powerful, and she could vibrate it away. An anti-magic user. “Thank you,” said Peter, smiling like a shark. “Just as you said, Maurice. Well done.” He seemed far too pleased with how things had gone. “Not only does it neutralise abilities, it also does the same for curses. Like the one dear Arthur put on me. Now nothing can stop me from dealing with you.”

Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of magic. The concept of mages has been a popular element in various mythologies and folklore throughout history, often associated with supernatural abilities and the manipulation of mystical forces. In most fantasy settings, mages are individuals who possess the innate or learned ability to harness and control magical energy. They are often depicted as having a deep understanding of the arcane arts, allowing them to cast spells, create magical artifacts, and manipulate the elements. Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches

Once this was confirmed, he began to deliberate on his next move. ‘Maybe I should try—‘ Before he could conclude his line of thought, a blur made its way towards him. It was the male warrior. He had closed the distance within a second while the female Mage had begun casting a Spell. ‘Chanting, eh? I guess she doesn’t have the [Magic Application] Skill. Must be rarer than I thought.’ [Magic Application] allowed Spells to retain their full power even without the use of Chants. Lucielle had it. Esme had it. Rey had it as well.

Once this was confirmed, he began to deliberate on his next move. ‘Maybe I should try—‘ Before he could conclude his line of thought, a blur made its way towards him. It was the male warrior. He had closed the distance within a second while the female Mage had begun casting a Spell. ‘Chanting, eh? I guess she doesn’t have the [Magic Application] Skill. Must be rarer than I thought.’ [Magic Application] allowed Spells to retain their full power even without the use of Chants. Lucielle had it. Esme had it. Rey had it as well.

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

I remark, taking a drag on my cigarette. “Hecate did not wish to associate herself with your line because, although you have magic running through your veins, everyone knows men succumb to the lust for power far faster than women do. You, Mi Rey, are a sorcerer, meaning you possess magic. The only sorcerer currently in existence in this world, for no man can possess magic save the descendants of Roja.” My eyes glimmer as I stare at her. Magic? I don’t think so…