Magician Oc Novels & Stories

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

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

The Heart of Magic. Jergintarth's eyes widened, and his body trembled with rage. "Who are you? Give back the boy's heart!" snapped Jergintarth angrily. “My name is Lycus, the great sorcerer. I am the most powerful magician among humans. With The Heart of Magic in my hand, my magic power is not only the strongest among humans but also the strongest on Magica,” he said with an arrogant grin. “To hell with your ambition! For your selfish interests, our kind is destroyed! Give back the boy dragon's heart!” snapped Jergintarth in a thunderous voice.

Job Title / Class: Magician, Cultivator MP: 20,000/20,000 Skills: Light Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Fire Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Wind Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Water Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Space Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Darkness Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Sword fighter (Black Stage Level 7 - highest level in this current realm ) Cultivation (Qi Gathering Stage)

“His name is Viex and he is one of my contracted spirits. He’s very fast and agile.” “Y-yes.” He nodded in agreement. “I-I can see that he is a magnificent creature.” “Mr. Wizard guy? I have a favor to ask you. You are a researcher, right? What do you think will happen when a magician, who dedicated his entire life to knowledge and magic, suddenly losses his ability?” I asked. Then, as expected, I saw the fear in his eyes. “Apparently, I can actually take their magic. But I sadly need a subject. Would you care to volunteer?” I smiled sweetly and gave Viex a nod.