Magician Novels Novels & Stories

Her mansion is purely vintage. The walls are bookshelves overcrowded with books, even the lengthy table in the middle of this space is occupied with books and blueprints of magic—just like how messy a mage could be. I laid the carrier on the table, silently, observing her motions that might seem alarming while she's performing enchantment to Hedwelch and Danteleon.

She shook her head and pulled a pillow to her stomach as she slid in his pillows, looking contemplative. “His magick started two fifty years ago. He vows to the white, sings the good tunes and breaks the promises for the greed of power. Comes, he back, the dark and the mad, crazed with power.” Art traced the lines with his fingers. They sounded like just another myth, just another tale to enchant, to fascinate, but now he knew. Not everything was just a legend, a myth. He would have never believed the words in this book, if he hadn’t seen some in the first place, gone through it.

“What is this?” “You wanted to know why I want you to go back with Viola. Read this then. Just the first few pages,” he says. I gaze at him dubiously before opening the page and see words and symbols I have never seen before. But before I can say anything, he chants a spell again and automatically whatever gibberish was written shifts and reforms into readable words. My eyes widen and I file the question regarding this for later at the back of my mind. My eyes fall upon the word ‘Mage Wolf’

I know, I made my family a crazy one about me. After searching for a week, we didn’t find anything, but I could say that we learnt many strange things about magic, like the werewolves, if they are faced with a dark magician, they will destroy their hearts completely, because a dark magician uses blood sacrifices to cast spells, he wants to make sure that his spell will work even after his death, so in destroying the heart the magic will stop in operating itself and the spell cast will disappear. It is something that I didn’t know about before. It may come in handy, because who knows William might be sending dark mages as assassins to kill me.

“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.

They are also surrounded by a steel wall as a shield while the middle-aged man and weak or non-sports students are in the middle of the circle formation. "Why do I feel that the middle-aged man is a fantasy addict?" the girl's lips twitched as she pretended that she didn't see the middle-aged man's glowing eyes like he treated the students as magic array and the circle formation as magic formation. Zack Flint also knows the identity of the middle-aged man. His lips lifted upward and said, "Interesting" when he saw an invisible lights around the middle-aged man's body. The middle-aged man was the Literature Club Director and only few knows that he's an anime addict, fantasy light novel reader

Elaine spoke the words down into the glass; the magic seemed to hear her, and as she gave a tug, the lid lifted. The book beneath the glass peered through Elaine. The volumes’ binding was smooth leather, and the stitching was gold. Long, smooth letters were intricately painted across the front, and her hand brushed them softly. It was the most precious book in the world. Reaching down, she pulled it out and flipped to the page she desired. There it was in thick black letters, the word luck. The pages of the book were filled with names and places, a guide to every gifted being in the land. It was centuries old and was only written on by the top magistrate himself, the king’s second in command

When he didn't answer Aunt Lián Huā when she asked what he had bought. Then he responded for a moment. Some new objects for research, some books on magic, alchemy and potions, some talismans that I found in my research and on my travels, it's not dangerous. - I know, I hope you won't be cursed now, dear. – Turning to his nephew. - Come Hikaru. – His aunt said. – Let's greet the other guests. Next to him, talking to the tall, blond, white man. Among the negotiations with other dark magicians, in which they were shrouded in mystery, they were talking about their latest travels, in their

…Can Alexa and Claire fight their demons well enough to find a way out of these waking nightmares? Magick Enlightened: A Contemporary Romantic Fantasy Duet (or Duology) of the Magick Series Genre: Romance/Contemporary Fantasy For the first time ever, you can grab both romantic tales in the Magick Series at once! Being a witch is complicated…but hiding who you are all the time is also a recipe for disaster. Jessie and Rosanna know this firsthand. Chemistry is unexpected, especially when certain males can’t seem to leave well enough alone. Should these special women be forced to sacrifice their gifts for love? Or will destiny spell out another option?

“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.