Magician Oc Novels & Stories

His pleasantries were swift and pleasing. Corvinus leaned more forward and slightly hovered down before the old mage. As his name implied, the old mage is a very potent and old magician in the wizard confranity. His magical prowess are so strong many believed he was directly empowered by gods and by the word gods, they believed he was a descendant of the legerdemain tribunal lowest authority known as the mages below the prime mages. "My honour for you to be here Old man, I'm so pleased!" Corvinus mouthed as he approached the man, his face was serious and determined but hidden behind his smiling face, he was able to make sense out of his adore face.

Only Magicians could open their Cyber Screen from out of thin air, while ordinary people needed a mobile gadget to access their Cyber Screen. He thought the kid was an ordinary human because he couldn't see a deity with him. For real? This magician walking casually without his System Deity?! The soldier had thought if the kid in front of him had treated his System Deity as a toy. Though he hoped that his thinking was wrong, it still bugged him to see a Magician casually strolling in this chaotic battlefield without their System Deity in tow. But the most reason he widened his eyes was the stuff that the kid has taken from his Cyber Storage.

"Wouldn't she have the paper with her?" "Not if Mizrabel is guiding her." I studied incantation as well as the materials and actions needed, doing my best to translate for Gabe. At the bottom of the page, in small letters, it said that only someone with the power to heal could perform the spell. My heart rate sped up. Like a puzzle, the pieces locked into place and I finally understood. Mizrabel must've known Sera had unicorn magic. But that wasn't Sera's only magical strength.

I turned my focus inward toward my Source and realized that a wisp of energy had begun filling the emptiness inside me before forming a weak barrier around my organs. Hot damn. So this was the only way for me to recover my lost magic: intimacy with him. I caught the fear and shock in Matteo's eyes and decided to press my advantage. I pounced like a homing missile and grabbed his thighs. He reeled backward, dumbfounded, then stared down at me with a mixture of bewilderment, humiliation, and disgust. "This… This is how low you'd go for money?" I looked up at him, love practically bubbling in my eyes. "Excuse me? Forget money! Letting a manifestation of masculine hotness like you walk free is t

“There is one thing we know for certain that can trap and hold a demon, at least for a time… blood magic.” Murmurs erupted across the tent but Astasha held her ground. “Blood magic is forbidden.” The man who spoke was a brutal one. Missing an eye and half his face deformed and twisted, he was one of the few Tasha could sense was teetering on the edge of rebellion. But she met his glare all the same.

“You know, the risk of injuring myself or dying seems to have been my constant companion lately.” The magician in front of me widened his eyes in amazement, and a wry smile crossed his lips. “I understand.” Denver stood up and sat at the edge of the circle in front of me. “It's clear that you understand the risks. So, we'll start channeling the magic. When all the circles are illuminated with their unique shades, you will repeat the incantation I will utter.” I nodded, crossing my legs and raising my hands, mimicking the magician's gestures.

I could feel the tremor in her fingers, and it took everything in me not to pull her into my arms and promise her that everything would be fine. Because I wasn’t sure it would be. Then the magician turned to me fully. “And you,” he said. Something in his tone made my chest tighten. “You must let go of your desire for revenge against Darius.” My jaw hardened instantly. Gina’s grip on my hand tightened further. “…Why?” I asked, the word laced with anger I didn’t bother hiding. The magician’s eyes darkened slightly. “Because the Moon Goddess has already begun her own vengeance,” he said. “And it will be far more merciless than anything you can offer.”

“Fine, then prove it to me that you are a white mage!” “As you wish, your highness.” Jeremiah then intentionally slashed his own hand by a sword drawn around his neck. His hand was instantly bleeding. Further, he chanted a healing spell; a white light shimmered around the opening wound and healed it. All the audience who saw it now convinced that Jeremiah was indeed a white magician, and there was no way that he could kill Harold Whitewood. At the moment, the audiences were discussing the speculation of the other omega in the Blackfrost kingdom.

“Harlow… how did you do that?” “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I just wanted it to be fixed, so I envisioned it flying away, and then it was.” The fact that he seemed surprised that I could do that was interesting to me. “Don’t the other magicians have the ability to do that? I asked, half joking, at least about the magicians part. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I mean… not when they don’t even know who they are or what they’re doing.”

Then she began to speak in Russian, and Rurik translated. "The Magician is the past, the cunning master of all he surveys." The card showed a magician in a warrior's pose, a sword in his hand, with roses and lilies all around his feet. His tunic was white with red robes, and he wore a belt that was made of an ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail. The old woman's brown eyes flashed on the serpent ring that Rurik wore. It had a green jewel in its single eye, and its mouth was consuming its own tail. The ring was stunning, and Charlotte wondered how she hadn't noticed it before. Of course, she'd been distracted by the rest of Rurik most of the time. The woman reached out and touched the serpe