Magician 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.”

Made friends with a lot of people even though I ended up having to erase their memories of me when I decided to leave. Ah, speaking of pure magician, let me explain a little about us. In this world there are two types of magicians. The first is a pure magician like me who gains power naturally. And the rest are mixed magicians who get their powers by binding a pact with a demon. And of course, making a pact with a demon comes at a huge price. Let's talk about pure magicians who of course has extraordinary abilities and beauty like me

“..If you wanted to, I can gifted to you one car…as you know..this Vehicles has yet fully enter the market..” “OH!..really?…then, please do so…then, as a payments for it…whatever it is you wanted to asked me I will do so…naturally you wanted to asked me something don’t you?..”.(Grand Magus Soo Kwan Hon) “You are rather perceptive, Grand Magus…that is true…actually..I have someone that I want get of this country, without anyone knowing…do you perhaps have some magic spells that can alter some memories of people?…mind you, I don’t want something rather evil…it was just something that I promised to do…and also, should this matter be known to the Hallerus…some issues might rise..”.

They used explosives, abilities, talismans and had already called for their meditating magician colleague to come help. This magician had a thing for solitude and so they could not reach him through his cellphone. Two of them quickly went in search of him. Unfortunately, too much had gone down before he could be found. The men (and women) at the door entered aggressively and saw a frozen Larry by the door and pieces of black blooded flesh and intestines. There was confusion on their faces. Why was the pieces of their boss black? The magician arrived. He slowly walked to the front, talisman in one

"I can take the cancer away. All I need do is to pay Caro a visit and she'll put me through on the things I need to do." "No you won't." he countered, his hardened jaw showing just how serious he is. "Even without being told, I know that it's going to be risky and I refuse let you indulge in such act." "It's not risky at all." I hope so too. In the history of magicians, I haven't heard where a magician cured someone of cancer. "You have nothing to worry about." "I don't like this baby... I honestly don't. I'd rather lose him than lose you." he pulled me down with him, his back flat on the bed with my body on top of his. "Who whi

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.

“Come here, old man. It’s time for you to stop. You’ve ruined a lot of human life.” “I can’t!” the magician growled. The old man punched his own chest, which made him disappear into the air. After that, the room shook as if there was an earthquake. The bookshelves surrounding the room fell one by one before everything broke like a glass into tiny pieces. The wind howled afterward, carrying the pieces until they disappeared. Marco’s eyes grew wide as they found themselves in an abyss. Purple clouds filled the sky and the land in front of them was wide. Their eyes couldn’t reach the end.

And so this magician plastered an evil smirk approaching her so suddenly. "Good day, miss!" the man greeted her. Mizuko frowned and looks at him, creeped out by his sudden approach. "My apologies," he smiles more friendly, taking off his hat and lowering his head. "I am Rex, a user of spells and magic. I overheard you needed a ride somewhere. And that I can offer you, my lady." The frown on her forehead slowly flattened. "What do you need in return? I have not enough money with me," she tells him ahead. It would only be trouble if they have a misunderstanding about money along the way.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.