Magicians Eliza Novels & Stories

She came over to where I was sitting and sat at the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for my response. I sighed and stared hard at the ceiling before I closed my eyes. "Because..." "...I don't have dignity anymore." "I...don't have a face to show." * * * * "Whoooooooo!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "Yeah!" "You're beautiful, Magda!" People kept on shouting here and then in the entertainment club as I danced on the stage. My name in the club was Magda. I didn't use my real name here just to hide my identity even if my neighbors already knew what kind of woman I was.

Let them do as they will and then, when they think that we’re subservient and stop giving me those shots, we’ll kill them all. Just then, the door flew open and I was knocked off balance. Eliza sauntered into the room. She was followed by the hooded man. “Good, you’re awake,” she said. “Raul, I warned you that she was magical. Didn’t I? It’s surely the only way she could make both Peter and Jasper go stupid over her. Now, look. She’s managed to free herself.” Before I could scramble to my feet, strong hands were holding me firm while they carried me back to the bed.

“You two were incredible,” Edmund said. I turned and found him offering me a flask “You especially, Eliza. You fight like a queen. Not a mere warrior.” I took the flask from him, grateful for the water. “Thanks,” I said, “It’s all muscle memory at this point.” “Oh, please,” Vivi cut in, throwing her arm around my shoulder. “Don’t let her fool you. Eliza has been given awards by the Lycan King himself for fighting in the war. Did I mention she was Captain of the most powerful team in the war?”

She has been in a trance state for half an hour, many changing events preventing her from seeing the future clearly. The alarm clock went off on the table. Eliza stopped fiddling with the amulet, the veil slowly fell from her eyes. You can’t be in a trance for a long time, you can lose your mind and stop distinguishing the reality of the present from the future. Many geniuses of mankind, not knowing the measure, fell into madness. At forty-five years old, Eliza learned to control her powers and not give in to curiosity. Now she was tormented by only one question: “What does He want from him?”.

“No, get Sergio over there with his rope, and get it. If you can keep it alive until Jamie gets there, maybe he can figure out how Daunator is making them.” “You’re even crazier than I am, girl,” Eliza said, shaking her head again. She started walking toward the exit, not back to find the injured monster. “Eliza! Don’t you think you owe it to Jamie to do this for him? It’s hurt—it can’t fight you. Just go get it. You could pick it up yourself with one hand.” “Why would I owe Jamie anything?” Eliza asked. She was one of the few people he’d never had to save from the brink of death.

Marcos asked. “Yes, please,” I replied. “Go ahead,” Saulo said, giving me the green light. “Good evening, everyone! My name is Eliza Singer, I’m seventeen, and I attend Siram High. It’s a pleasure to be training with all of you.” It felt like my first day at Siram all over again—like the color had drained from the world and disappeared into a black hole. I had planned to talk about my background and my wolf, but I just couldn’t do it. I decided that from now on, my actions would speak louder than words.

Their eyes met, close enough to see the tears she wouldn’t let fall. “Don’t make me your enemy,” he hissed. Her voice broke. “Then save us another way.” Behind them, guild fighters lunged for Daryl. Killian’s free hand lashed out, magic bursting like a wave. Shadows struck the floor, flinging the men backward into tomb walls, shattering stone coffins. Bones clattered, monks’ skulls rolling across the floor. The crypt filled with chaos. Through it all, Daryl rose. Not fully — not humanly.

I sigh and motion with my hand to continue. "Black and white magic mix on this spot" - she says, pointing at my chest. - "Doesn't matter what tool made that scar, by a dagger or pen..." - she rolls her eyes and presses those two words. "What matters is the two spells or magic that encountered each other." - I frown. I know that Eliana is a white witch, her spell must be worked against the other. But there was no other person there who could do that.

A wizard who would surely boost the fear of the black magic wizards gathered there, through her future actions, in an attempt to save the world of the wizards and the world of the sceptics from the new threat on the world. A girl, who’d never been considered an important enemy to anyone, has now become their greatest fear. She became ... the possessor of a spell capable of nullifying any magic. Yes, we all know now that Elizabeth Catherine Edwards is the possessor of the most powerful magic in the wizards’ world ... A spell that can nullify any spells and can turn the wizards’ world into a world of sceptics. A magic simply called: Antimagic. THE END

“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.”