Magician Detective Novels & Stories

“He won’t tell me what I really am, so I said, if I do magic, I must be a magician.” Grandma laughed, and I headed for the stairs, wondering how I would climb them all. Under her breath, I heard her say, “Close. Not a magician… a mage.”

“He goes by the name Abel. From what I know, Abel is a soldier recruited by General Thorson to be part of the new members of the next battalion. He has a history of being born and growing up in this city and it was recently that he started acting differently.” We listened with rapt attention, especially me who just joined the team. “The fact of this is that he never really behaved that way, many have attested to this, so why did he change? Then we found that a pale-faced man is also Abel but the thing is, was he always the pale-faced man and what kind of black magic does he use to be able to be himself and be Abel? Finally, how do we identify magicians who used this spell and how do we defea

The doctor said. Hearing the doctor's words, Damien looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Did he suspect you?" Hearing Damien's words, the doctor immediately shook his head, "That is not possible. I have done this job very well. No one can find fault with the report I gave him except for an extra-experienced doctor like the Magical Doctor. And you said that Mr. Center has not yet found the Magical Doctor, and as far as I know, even if Mr. Center finds the Magical Doctor, it will be of no use because the Magical Doctor does not treat rich people. Mr. Center can not force someone to treat him" The doctor said.

He spoke, his tone steady but commanding, “Tell me everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.” The man who seemed to be their leader took a careful step forward, his gaze flicking briefly to me before returning to Liam. “We’ve discovered that Alpha Jacobs has been involved in secret dealings with a dark magician,” he said, his voice low and serious. “We could not discern the full purpose of these dealings or the exact nature of the magician’s power, but it is… dangerous. Very dangerous.”

It was so out of place here that I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips. The man didn't prance about like my first opponent. He simply stood, stopping his tongue motions–probably because he could see that it didn't scare me–staring at me. His stare was cold, probing, as if trying to crawl inside my head and twist something there. That was when I knew. Our gazes locked, and the certainty washed over me like a tide—I had found the one behind the handkerchief from earlier, the one laced with dark magic meant to knock me out. He was no ordinary fighter. He was a mage. A dark mage.

No. The department must be trusted. And the agency should send reliable people to work there. He closed all the windows with his mouse. - All open... you are a detective and you leave evidence like this? Maybe I do need a break. Without realizing it, he missed the slip of a criminal.

The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune. McGuire was on my ass about it now that Judge Myers was dead. “What the hell am are we paying you for if you can’t catch one damn criminal!” he shouted at me. “You want a crack and it? Do you think you can catch her? She’s smart. She doesn’t leave evidence that we can trace. No fingerprints, no hair, no blood, just the damn card covered in the victim’s blood.” I growl back.

The two magicians were apprehended and led over. They were no longer wearing their mask or hood covers. The first wizard appeared to be a little older, and scholarly, but with a trace of viciousness in his terrified and anxious gaze. And then there's the second mage... I immediately recognised who it was after the mask was taken off. "Such an odd coincidence, Mr Alfred." I laughed. "Do you believe that I purposely caused you to suffer in this life?" I couldn't help but laugh once again. This was the person who pretended to be arrogant and powerful despite having only mediocre talents because he was a product of the Red Tower.

"Thank you, detective Raven." He let go of my hand and then nods down at my papers. "So, what are you reading about?" "Psychic abilities," I reply. "Ah, witch things." I laugh. "Yeah, witch things." "Will it help the case?" He asks. I hum to myself. "I don't know, but..." I hesitate. "Do you have any item that belonged to Harriet?" "Why?" "I had a vision when I touched a tree during our orientation day, and so I thought... No, maybe it's dumb."

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.