Magician Oc Novels & Stories

Their mana core had five stages: low, mid-low, middle, mid-high, and high. Those who were in the low were the beginner magicians while those who were in the mid-low stage were considered as rookies. Those who were in the middle were already acknowledged as intermediate magicians after they were registered in the bureau of magic. Those who reached mid-high were called advanced magicians while those who reached the highest stage were recognized as experts. “You can now register yourself as an intermediate magician,” Hailey said proudly. “I’m sure Her Highness would be so happy because you can now join her in her magic classes.”

'leave it to me' I will have to shift back soo enough, cause there are no attacks that work on Mage, I can only think of a handful, and Ophelia's attacks aren't exactly suited for fighting something that can take any shape or size as he wishes. I work my legs fast as I move up to a little hill and jump as far can reach with my jaw wide open and aim for one of the yellow eyes; but unfortunately, I miss and roll to the ground. I shift back quickly and raise myself almost 15 feet to meet Mage's height, I swirl my hands left and right trying to gather all the air I can around Mage, and then bring my hand close to each other. A smile creeps its way up to my lips as I hear Mage roar loudly, clearl

Vanishing into oblivion like a sudden burst of light, the next card follows with the image of the powerful man with the might of his wand. “The Magician.” Holding the card that relay’s its meaning, she smiles and continues. “Trusted by everyone and hold the power to heal, he or she is in control of her life or so it may seem. A bridge between the worlds, yet the bait for anyone who seeks to have a deal in return. Take it or leave, would you rather be the card?” Followed by the next as the chain and pattern depict the seven prominent cards that represent the seven cores, yet probably not, she calls.

“Great, we don’t need to stuff this place with so many bodies. Ah, Oza, come out here.” Anzi’s breath caught in her chest like an ugly clot of tangled roots when she saw the young boy sidle out from behind Tet. He was taller than when she’d seen him last—but skinnier, too, and she narrowed her eyes when she saw telltale red markings on the back of his hands. Needle-thin and long, she knew exactly what had caused those: a rapping of something sharp and thin, much like the ones the magisters liked to use to discipline their students when they weren’t performing to their desired standards. Oza was the most gifted young mage in a generation. In several generations. What would he have done to des

His tone was laced with malicious mockery. His gaze hardened before his lips twisted into a sadistic grin, “But I don’t blame them”, he stood up from his chair and walked up to Tristan. Sitting on his haunches, he grinned, “The wards and barriers I put up are too powerful for anyone to break. That’s the power of a mage”. His gaze turned malicious, “Not even Elias can help her now. I am and will always be the greatest mage on this planet”. His jaw clenched. Elias wouldn’t be able to reach them here, anyway. That pathetic no-good omega had ruined everything. He had to up his game.

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

I ask, skirting my way around the rug until I plop down in the brown, leather recliner. “Which one?” “The one I fell through,” I answer, thinking it obvious. I hadn’t gotten a look at the other, the place he’d pulled me to. “A slip-void, they’re used for travel. They’re not meant for inexperienced wizards,” he tells me as though it’s the dullest thing in the world. It makes me feel dumb. “Why?” “It takes a high level of magic to keep the primordial darkness at bay.” “Is the darkness dangerous?” he gives me a look that says ‘stupid question’, “Why did you leave it open then? Surely you could have kept me from entering.”

Whenever the former emperor saw him, he always had a look of displease on his face; it was as if he saw Marcus as a nuisance. At first, when he was younger, he longed for the former emperor's approval. Hence, he tried his best on everything. Hoping that one day, the former emperor would be proud of him. Unfortunately, all of those were only his wishful thinking. As Marcus was too different from the former emperor and exceeded on everything especially in magic, he realized that he was often compared to the former emperor. It became worse when it was disclosed how his mana was too immense and his potential was too high. That in a few years time, he could become the youngest archmage in history

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

Even if the old knight managed to get back up from the capital, there was no telling how high the death toll would be. According to Lorren, the chance of a goblin magician having more than one elemental affinity was rare. Unlike shamans, who were well-versed in debuff casting, magicians were capable of terrain reforming and manipulating nature with which they had an affinity. Using this ability, they could assist their allies or cripple their enemies. Both abilities were equally terrifying as there was little non-magicians could do against a magician. The Shady Merchant offered Zen an expensive deal demanding player credits in exchange for a low magic-resistant armour. The armour was not onl