Novel & Cerita Magician Names

It wasn’t only shadows that broke the line. A guildsman to Killian’s left suddenly turned, eyes glassy, and buried his blade in his comrade’s back. The man fell without a word, gurgling blood. The traitor wailed, “It promised me freedom!” before the shadows swarmed him too, tearing him apart. Across the cloister, a mage dropped her staff mid-chant. She walked calmly, almost serenely, into the tide. The shadows embraced her, lifted her, and folded her into their mass until she was gone.

he stuttered with a strong English accent. “What’s going on?” I eventually asked when I realized no one was telling me anything. The man ran his thin hands through his oily black hair and slowly looked up from the ground to my face, yet not looking me in the eyes. “My apologies Luna,” he finally whispered and I could pick up the fear in his eyes. “My name is Zacchary, at your service.” I glared at Aiden who was avoiding my gaze. Finally, he said “Zacchary is a witch trained in black magic.”

"Completely." The mage turned slightly, a subtle shift in the folds of his black cloak. "Who is this person?" "Daemonikai Vipertheriov Naelzharoth." "And your name?" "Zaiper Thoryk Dragaxlov." "What you request is a dangerous, forbidden magic," the mage said. "Do you understand the price?" Zaiper scoffed. "I would not seek out a dark mage if I didn't." "Mmm." The mage remained in the shadow, his back still turned.

“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

"Who are you? What do you know of this threat?" The figure's lips curled into a cryptic smile. "Names hold little meaning in the grand tapestry of existence. Call me the Weaver of Shadows, if you must." The mage's eyes narrowed. "Weaver of Shadows? What do you want?"

It was hideous. "It says here my new name is going to be Dolores Roberta Higgins. That's not a name I can see myself using. Would it be possible to pick something different?" Agent Stanton grabbed the pages I had signed out of my hand, slitting my hand open with the edge of the papers. Like all paper cuts, it burned like a bitch. My temper started to simmer. "No, it is not negotiable. You will use the name you are given whether you like it or not. I'm not here to negotiate, Ms. Higgins. I'm here to get your signature, now sign the form."

His pleasantries were swift and pleasing. Corvinus leaned more forward and slightly hovered down before the old mage. As his name implied, the old mage is a very potent and old magician in the wizard confranity. His magical prowess are so strong many believed he was directly empowered by gods and by the word gods, they believed he was a descendant of the legerdemain tribunal lowest authority known as the mages below the prime mages. "My honour for you to be here Old man, I'm so pleased!" Corvinus mouthed as he approached the man, his face was serious and determined but hidden behind his smiling face, he was able to make sense out of his adore face.

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.

Carol then froze when she realized that Cassy had said The legendary mage and not a legendary mage, but Paige didn't know that The legendary mage existed, so she asked her puzzled, "Do you know anything about The legendary mage… Cassy, very few people know of his existence, it's been a long time since the mark of the pentacle appeared and many people have forgotten about him." Cassy didn’t know what to do but she was really scared right now so she said to her, "I have something to confess to you but first I want to know why your family seems to know about this mark and The legendary mage?"

Viktor said, hesitantly polite. "It's because I haven't told you," replied the young man. “My name is Lieter. Erich Lieter. " The ragged-haired young man closed the door just behind Viktor, then looked the hopeful apprentice magician up and down. “And tell me, what brings you to Genbofen? You are not from here, that is clear. The force with which you pronounce the r's, betrays you shamelessly. " "I…, I have come to study at the School of Magic," Viktor replied nervously, although his voice was not without a certain pride. "Mrs. Enye Hawk mentioned that you are also a student of magic."