Magician Sentence Novels & Stories

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.

The magician asked, "what about I use my magics to determine if you're telling the truth?" "Go ahead." He said confidently as the magician focused on me again, a stern gaze on his face now. "You're going to undergo many series of torture," he said and ordered the warriors to lead me to some other rooms where they'd tie me to the pole and remove my eyes, then beat me till I breathe my last. That seemed too difficult as I pushed myself forward to grab his legs but my hands were tied. I sobbed at his feet as I still needed my eyes for many reasons - including but not limited to sighting Brielle. She was my main focus. She was even the reason I found myself here.

I spit the words out, as they leave a foul taste in my mouth. "Dark Magic!"

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

Ohuhu is a larger community, it’s like the mother of Afugiri, the Oracle in Ohuhu superintends over the Oracle in Afugiri. The Oracle in Afugiri would quickly rush to Ohuhu Oracle to seek for help over the spells he just sensed were sent to ensure the Afugiri warriors won’t return with the Magic Beans.

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

“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.

Saying these words, I paused and looked at him. The other meaning of my words is, 'You are ignorant in this field because your lineage had never had a magician' So in short, it is an insult to him but was coated by sugar words. Of course, he understand what I truly mean by it as he gritted his teeth out of madness. Still, he kept himself calm. "While I, as a imperial family member, have been a magician which can do this spell" I said while gently raising my hand forming a green sturdy shield.

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

he answered with a calm tone. I crouched beside him and rested my chin lightly on both palms. “That's…poetic,” I replied, my eyes locked on him until he stopped working. “I like people who see what others miss. It's urm…a rare skill. Or maybe a gift,” Ezra shrugged, trying to beat the pride that drove into him. “I prefer the word…patience,” “Oh, I disagree,” I cut in quickly. “Magic is simply making something appear where there was nothing before. You take a moment no one noticed and turn it into something they can’t stop looking at. If that’s not magic, I don’t know what is.”