Magician Novels & Stories

I stood there, hidden in the shadows, watching the scene unfold with a heavy heart. The magician, now a renowned CEO, had reappeared in our lives, and the impact was immediate. He arrived in a display of wealth and power, dressed immaculately and exuding an aura of malevolence that had always been his trademark.

The four generous glasses of wine she downed helped too. So it was with huge enthusiasm that she sat down to watch The Great Phellatio, the magician that Megan had booked for the party. She'd always loved magic and she was looking forward to being amazed. The Great Phellatio was a tall cadaverous man with a pointed beard and slicked back dark hair as well as great stage presence to go with his mysterious accent. He was wearing a dark ruffled shirt and a deep purple cape.

Zane smiled with good humor and stood on the right of the magician, with me on his left. “This next trick is one I learned straight from the lips of Harry Blackstone himself,” the magician said, and though I could clearly see the werewolf wasn’t old enough, I smiled and nodded. “Many years I studied under him, and this he told me: practice until it becomes boring, then practice until it becomes beautiful! With that, he conjured a little box from seemingly thin air and then, with a little bow, invited me to open it. I did so, then gasped.

His eyes looked emotionless, there was something that was bugging Tian Tian since the moment she saw the magician making an entry the second time. "Today, I will perform a very beautiful trick for my lovely audience. I will choose someone from you all to come and help me do this trick. In this magic, I will slice your body into various halves....no...no...no....don't be scared. I will rejoin them again and you will not feel even a slight amount of pain. So who wants to help?" spoke magician Hop after his entry on the stage and asked the audience to raise their hands if they want to help him and take part in his magic to experien

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.

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.

A family of very humble magicians. They helped noble warriors and heroes, but they never charged anything. Well, they believed they would always be rewarded. For this reason, they lived in a very humble condition, even though they were mighty magicians. The magician couple's children were three. None of them wanted to follow the wizard's path, as they assumed they would be miserable like their parents. The older one was Igor, he was intelligent but sometimes too bold. He had black long hair and already had a small beard. The second one was Allan, he was aromatic, energetic, and I trusted people ef

Because it was impossible for wild animal to come inside the house by itself. The advisor tried to cast the spell again. Nothing. He tried again with the King together. The invisible curtain fell down, a foul smell and blood filled the room. A lifeless woman standing and hugging a little thing like a child. Blood streamed down from her neck when the child turned its face to them. Hissing, it showed its bloody teeth. Starting to jump around, tried to find a way to escape, struggled with the advisor who continuously cast a spell to make it freeze.

Unless it was a high-level magician, most magicians cannot cast long-ranged spells. Sasha returned Zen’s text quickly. According to the sniper, magicians were slow when casting and had to remain unmoving when they were focused. It was up to the others around them to protect their physical body. If they lose concentration, the spell that they were casting would be interrupted and cancelled. Speed was everything, and a magician’s worst nightmare was a sniper like her.

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?