Magical Forces Novels & Stories

A surge of magical force blasted me backward, the impact sending me sprawling amidst the twisted roots and skeletal remains of the desolate forest. "Damn!" Abeel suddenly thundered beside me, lunging at her as well with his spear aimed to kill. Mathilda forced him back as well, her magic way too powerful as she hovered before us. Thick roots suddenly emerged from the barren ground, winding and coiling with a supernatural speed. They entwined Abeel against a nearby tree, while the shadows still clung to me, dancing as I was pinned to a large dried tree beside Abeel as well. Their tendrils snaked around my limbs and pulled my hands behind my back, rendering me completely powerless. Useless. Th

This is the full force of his magic; supreme ultimate sacred magic: Enoxial bemothe. Enoxial bemothe, a magic formed by all natural elements, energy force and natural ki magic. A magic that if Marvio wanted to, can exterminate the mythical world. A forbidden magic, that his brother forbid him to used. But now its time has come. This kid pushed him to used it. Now the kid, these Royals and all the connecting soil of Mavis will know why he was feared in ancient and ancient eras.

Her perfect composure has cracked, revealing something wild and dangerous underneath the beautiful facade she's been wearing. The entire atmosphere suddenly changes like a tornado of supernatural forces gathering strength, with an outburst of magical efficiency that makes my head spin violently. The temperature drops so rapidly that my breath becomes visible in small puffs of vapor, and I can feel power crackling through the air like electricity before a lightning strike.

She seemed to take a deep breath within the glowing aura surrounding her, “In the intricate web of magic, there’s a connection to everything around a practitioner. Someone, like Amy who uses dark magic and one wielding its light counterpart, like you, can create a clandestine link of immense power, a two-way mirror through which secrets and intentions flow like an invisible river. For the one using dark magic, it is akin to casting an unseen, insidious thread, one that reaches out like a shadowy tendril, seeking a foothold within the consciousness of the light magic user. It is an intrusion, a breach of boundaries, as their intentions and thoughts become subtly intertwined with those of thei

“It is resistant to magic, no matter what you do it won’t budge.” ——— Liking the story please vote, comment and leave a review! Orz!

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

The main reason why magical powers were more potent than martial arts was that they could induce the essence of the world through cultivators, thus generating a particular resonance, changing the destructive force from affecting a close area to destroying a city and a country. Moreover, a spell would only affect the essence of the world within a few meters, but the magical power could even cause tens of thousands of kilometers of spiritual Qi to explode. With that kind of power, even a mountain and river might be blasted and disappear forever, let alone a city. However, such a level of force was not achievable by ordinary cultivators.

Lasters throws one of his blades straight at the skull of the last mage out of the house, - Let's go to the left! - looking around shouts Lusters. Of the living, only he Baruz and Berkhes remain. Berhes behind! shouts Baruz as he retreats after Lusters. Berhes knocks out the jaw of another bleary-eyed crept from the rear and retreats. Suddenly, all the cloudy-eyed froze, a mysterious figure appeared from the forest and, without stopping, stretched out his hand in front of him. Baruz, Lusters and Berkhes froze in place, unable to move a single muscle, even their eyes could hardly turn from side to side. The creature bound them with a telekinetic force of unprecedented power. The bleary-eyed o

The spell read: "For the love of all that is magic, I shall find that who was made specially for me. Thou shall love me and cherish me for all thy days to come, Thou shall make me feel on top of the world and bring me a type of happiness that rivals few. And we shall forever be in love with each other till the end of days. Instructions: Say the poem three times, stamp your left foot two times and stamp the right one four times. Clap your hands five times and close your eyes." Suddenly, Matilda found herself saying the words of the poem out loud. She said it three times, stamped her left foot two times, stamped her right foot four times and closed her eyes. After a while, she opened them and

Not the magic. "You're losing focus," Kael's voice snapped, sharp and unforgiving. I opened my eyes, sweat beading on my brow as I concentrated on pushing the energy outward. A gust of wind shot through the clearing, sending the mist spiraling, but the force of it was too strong. The trees groaned under the pressure, and I gasped as I felt the magic slip from my grasp, wild and untamed. Kael rushed forward, shouting something I couldn’t quite make out. The power surged, uncontrolled. I could feel it spiraling out, dark and cold, a force that had nothing to do with the forest or the winds. It was something deeper, something dangerous.