Magic User Novels & Stories

I looked back down at my papers and finished writing my reply to the letter. I took the reply and the original letter and sat them aside, then grabbed the next letter from the pile. “You don’t understand,” she said in irritation. “He’s a magic user, I’m sure of it.” “That’s not possible,” I replied. “The security in the village is thorough. Even if someone did manage to sneak in, they wouldn’t be able to use any magic. You know that from experience, don’t you?” “Please,” she pressed urgently. “This man is dangerous, he–”

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

The thin man then quickly took the knife in his pocket, and was about to grab Mayari. But before he could get closer, a big vine suddenly came out of the ground, gripping and surrounding his entire body, immobilizing him immediately. "A-a magic user!" The thin man let out a scream before fainting in fear. The lad's eyes then fell to Mayari, he quickly run to her and asked. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine." Mayari apathetically replied.

Magic Circuits had been unlocked. [Your spiritual awakening's limit has been removed. Unlimited amount of absorbed energy can now be combusted to full capacity] [The system has detected multiple arrays of recorded ancient magic and rune enchantment on your database, would you like to administer a quick analysis?] "Confirm" [10,000 combinations had been verified, Your ultimate skill had been revived] "Finally…." I said, as I feel my strength finally coming back to its former state. "Now I could finally use High Grade Magic like I used to…."

Lora chased after her deranged brother who was on a murder spree, dropping bodies with every stop. "JRUE! JRUE IT'S ME LORA! STOP THIS JRUE IT'S ME!!!" she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

"I think I can learn to use elementary magic first so I can pass the test at the guild later." Wilma tried to recall elementary magic from this body's memory. She found ‘appraisal magic’ and ‘sense magic’ as well as ‘body enhancement’. The place where this body was a slave only had elementary magic books so she could only learn to use those magics. In using magic, all magicians must use spells and imagination. Wilma as a human from Earth is very rich in imagination because she is an otaku who really likes comic books and novels. Using imagination is her forte.