Magician Names Novels & Stories

utterly handsome. "Sicario." The magician greeted Grandfather. He addressed my grandfather as an equal. So I'm sure the two are about the same age or the man I don't know is older. "Merlin." Grandfather greeted me and I stopped. Merlin? He is the name of a sorcerer in a Mythology that is related to King Arthur. But everybody knows it's just folklore. This man in front of me is just someone who bears the same name as him. But I still can't help but be surprised.

From the middle of the ring, a tall drake with the long red center spike of a sea drake takes his place near the center of the stage. “Greetings Noble folk from across the realms,” His voice carries on the wind, augmented somehow by some unseen force, as he bows before us all, his wings transformed into a coat of iridescent scales. “I am THE Magician, the bringer of mystery and magic from across the realms. On behalf of our benevolent Queen Eleanora, I wish you all a brilliant and fabulous ALL KINGDOM FAIRE!!!” With those last three words, he pumps his fist to punctuate his words as flames shoot up around him, exploding into stars of colored light.

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

I told you about the seven types of magic. Of them all, death mages are the least popular. They're also called necromancers. Why? Say thanks to the Bright Saint and his followers. They needed an enemy, didn't they? Their parishioners needed to be scared and repulsed. And what's more disgusting than the undead? Or ghouls?

Black panda eyes, bright red cheeks, and a white strip from his nose down to his chin. “I hope so, too.” I smiled politely and looked at the others. They were all very studiously looking elsewhere. “I’m Cordibar the Tremendous, magician and sage. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” On hearing the word magician I suddenly perked up. For someone like me with poor fighting skills and a terrible physique, there was only one way to become OP — learn magic. I shuffled along the bench. “You can do magic?” “Of course. Birthdays, parties, functions of all sorts — Cordibar will keep your guests entertained!” He twirled his hands and produced a rather limp bouquet of flowers out of nowhere. Or possibly from h

“A more powerful shaman.” Unimpressed, Sir Rowan gave the mercenary the stink eye for stating the obvious. Zen simply ignored him. They couldn’t test the mage’s ability to know what it could do. The paranoid strategist wondered if Baron Leron knew anything about a goblin mage and sent a letter to the goblin-obsessed scholar. Yet, nobody knew anything useful about the potential threat. The only hint Zen received about magicians was from the drunken priest Lorren. “According to him, magicians specialise in one of the six elements. Very rarely can a magician use more than one type of element in magic,” Zen explained.

After saying this, Kirou wanted to turn around but was stopped by the mage. The mage looked to be hesitating over something before he finally made up his mind and spoke, "My name is Mistaken Fox. I'm a level 17 Arcane Summoner. Would you mind partying up with me for a bit? Just a few hours is fine and I'll be sure to compensate you for your efforts, Mr....." "Kirou. My name is Kirou," said Kirou to the now identified Mistaken Fox.

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.