Magician Detective Novels & Stories

The magician hopped down before the tree could crush him, clicking his tongue as he dusted away his coat. “Disgusting wolf,” he spat as if disgusted that he had breathed the same air as Dominic. “I’d say I look much better than these disgusting pets you have here,” He looked at the vampires that began to swarm his spot, flying on the sky and some hiding behind the tree, ready to attack at any time. Dominic’s gaze then fell at the gem that was hung on the magician’s neck, confirming to him that indeed the item was the most suspicious. “But these disgusting creatures of mine is what perfectly would harm you,” the magician chuckles. “Do you know what makes you and the other wolves in this fores

Kimberly interrupts with a risen voice tone, "We're talking about magic here. Many things are possible with magic. I guess we'll just seat and wait for our death. I can't break us out of here she knows it" She shook her head bitterly and Allegra decided to leave her to grieve for a moment. She was as well pained that the detective was gone, in the most brutal way ever. She always suspected him from the beginning of having skeletons in his cupboard and was waiting for the perfect day to backstab her but she was wrong. Despite being a broken man after losing his wife and daughter to the psycho, he secretly sided with her(Allegra) and gave secret information he shouldn't, in a disguised or rath

I thought you'd tell everything yourself. - Are you kidding? I wasn't going to say anything," Vic snorted. - But you did understand that next to you is a magician who will feel a werewolf in you? – the guy frowned. - Mage? I do not understand magic, but the fact that not every magician can identify a werewolf, but only those with certain abilities, is well known to me. And you said that you are a doctor, besides not experienced. So believe after this magicians! Vic smiled derisively. “All right, magician, we need to find a safe place to sleep, build a fire and dry your clothes.” And it would be nice to have something to eat. Is it normal for me to feel hungry?

he declars, his eyes burning with determination. Gin, the enigmatic magician of our group, has an array of abilities at his disposal. He could manipulate magic to conjure powerful spells, exhibit incredible telepathic prowess, and blink into places with the swiftness of thought. "I can use my magic to provide us with an advantage," Gin offers, his voice steady. "My telepathy will keep us informed, and my ability to blink will allow us to move quickly and quietly."

Bored, I asked him, "How did you find me?" "There was a lot of residual magic at the circus, so I followed the clues and found you. How about that? Pretty awesome, right?" "Awesome." Like a child. He heard my perfunctory response and quickly added, "This kind of residual magic that has been around for hours is very weak, and not just any wizard can detect it! You don't even know how lucky you are to have met me, a mage..." You almost said it again, didn't you...

In the end, Meredith and George decided to arrange a meeting with the police detective assigned to Helena’s case, Detective Sergio. He was a tall, lean man with clean-cut hazelnut hair. Alice could make out the wrinkles in his forehead and cheeks as he settled himself in front of her. She watched the man remove his black coat and placed it on the table before taking out a medium-sized notepad and a pen. Alice loved comic books about detectives. Her favorite was James Gordon; he was Batman’s acquaintance and a respectable captain of the Gotham City Police Department. Whenever she saw a detective, she could not help but be mesmerized by their badges and work.

I could think of no other explanation for his little trick than to ask if he was the castle clown. “You might say I…. entertain,” he replied with a sickly, sweet tone that made my skin crawl. He made a sweeping gesture with his arm as he bent low before me. “I am Gondofini, the castle magician, and I am at your service.” “Magician?” I said with feigned surprise. “We have need of magic here?” “At times,” he replied, coyly, while he continued to watch me carefully. “Does the castle entertain that much?” I continued with my ruse.

Something he couldn’t say to Xurden. “I haven’t given her anything. I am still searching,” the magician said instead. It was the truth. He was still gathering information about the item she wanted to have. “And what does she want?” Xurden moved closer to the table. He stared at the man. “Don’t lie. I will know if you do, even if you’re a great magician.” “I can’t answer you.” “Are you sure you don’t want to answer me?” he tested the old man.

Several more magicians came out, they took away all the weapons lying on the ground and which were on the captives and, together with the insensible bodies, dragged them into the basement. “Let's leave this plush wolf cub to ourselves,” the dark figure says in a completely different voice, nasty and low. And then she answers herself in a terrible voice, from which the heart stops. No, we don't need him. - the figure enters the house, waving his hand towards Berhes. The magician nods and begins to weave a purple wrecking ball spell. - Fucking magicians - only Berges has time to think before he shatters into bloody parts. Deathly silence reigned over the forest.

Persuade her to submit to him before the moon. His close friend Magus took a seat next to him. Magus was a rare addition to their pack. A creature half mage-half wolf he was immensely rare. There was purportedly only one other such creature in existence. And he was allegedly the Commander of King Detry’s Mages Guild. “What are you so pensive about?” Magus queried. “Same thing you are, I’ve no doubt.” “I’m far less pensive than I should be.” Magus was trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk and failing.