Magician Novels 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.”

I jumped to my feet and got out of there as quick as lightning. “Zarina! Zarina! Where the F***! Do you vanish whenever I need you!” I shouted from the hall. “What is the matter brother? You seem particularly in a bad mood.” “Tell me something… Is it possible to bring back the dead using magic?” “The resurrection ritual! It is a very difficult ritual but not impossible. The sacrifice needed is great. So, it is rarely performed.” “What kind of sacrifice are we talking about?” “The witch who performs the ritual needs to sacrifice something closely related; own child, grandchild, husband…”

It turns out Lilith is faster—she cuts my cheek and draws my blood. "Delicious!" The blonde woman licks her fingers and laughs wickedly, as if high on my blood. Her pupils dilate, and those eyes, darker than black, focus on me yet again. "I'm not good at offensive magic but," she glances down at her now burning hands, smiling. "I can copy other people's magic temporarily by drinking their blood." I gasp but don't have time to say anything. Lilith throws me one fireball after another, and I'm forced to hide behind a tall pillar in the throne room, hoping not to get burned.

He ended up taking one whose cover had caught his attention, purple velvet, which seemed to be Ruvyn's favourite colour. He laid down on the bed again and opened the book, it was about the most famous wizards who lived, those who made history. Like Nostradamus who used to make predictions or Rasputin who was a famous healing wizard, who used his sorcery to treat the Tsar and his wife, many times, without forgetting Nicolas Flamel who was the alchemist to succeed, in creating the philosophers stone, and the elixir of life in the 17th century. All those strange people he read about in his fantasy books like Harry Potter existed also in their world and they were somehow related to his new frien

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Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

She wished to save them but she didn't know-how. The story tells how Rj and Alicia become the victim of a dark magician. He casts a spell taking them to dimensions that control their minds. It was like a scenario repeating the traumas they experienced. Elise read the story of how Alicia crumbled and barely died but was saved by the prince. It was a hellish excursion for both Rj and Alicia. In the end, their minds drifted and the scary scenes were affecting them but Alicia was helped by the spirit guardian to accumulate her right mind. She was saved and Nero destroyed the dark magician.

On his black bookshelf sat a comic book collection that would make Kiaan jealous as well as books with symbols—some of which she recognised from Damien's jewellery. "So from what you said, it sounds like you guys were trying to summon an Alastor," he said as if the solution were obvious. "Exactly what I was thinking," Jess joked. Malus laughed. "These things usually last for a limited time." After going to his shelf and selecting a black covered book. When he opened it up, Jess saw it was full of handwritten script and drawings. He licked his thumb and flicked through the thick, off-white sheets. "Ah, did you notice if there was a full moon at the night of the spell?" he asked.