Magina Man Novels & Stories

Maxine declared after listening to them. “A Manananggal can separate its lower body from its upper body and it can sprout wings from its back. It transforms at night only. It can easily take the shape of a human because it morphs from a human. The only way to destroy the creature is to detach its upper body from its lower body and rub salt on the lower half so its torso can’t re-connect. The body should stay that way until the sunrise,” “That’s rather upsetting,” Romos commented. “From this point on, I am taking a pack of salt with me everywhere.”

They are also surrounded by a steel wall as a shield while the middle-aged man and weak or non-sports students are in the middle of the circle formation. "Why do I feel that the middle-aged man is a fantasy addict?" the girl's lips twitched as she pretended that she didn't see the middle-aged man's glowing eyes like he treated the students as magic array and the circle formation as magic formation. Zack Flint also knows the identity of the middle-aged man. His lips lifted upward and said, "Interesting" when he saw an invisible lights around the middle-aged man's body. The middle-aged man was the Literature Club Director and only few knows that he's an anime addict, fantasy light novel reader

I moan. “He.. His.. Oh goodness. He has telepathy and.. A.. And can create the most.. Oh my god, Liam! Illusions.. And.. Mmmh..” I am lost in what this crazy man is doing to me. “So, his powers are in the mind?”

Fear tortured my guts, it engulfed my conscience; thus, making me drastically exhausted. Minutes later, a man in blue and white stripped shirt strutted into the room with a tiger like tread. His black trousers were held by straps of grey suspenders, which ran over his small-shoulders. The pale light glimmered on his bald head as he halted in front of me; dug around in his pocket and brought out a cigar and lighter. He shoved the cigar between his lips, lit it and then took a long drag. Clenching the cigar between his cinnamon fingers he lowered his head and blew the cloud of smoke into my face. My eyes stung from the smoke; tears filled my eyes as I sneeze. Slowly he adjusted his round-shape

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

More pronounced. June doesn't hum anymore. She stands tall inside me. Something is happening. Not moon madness or rage. Acceleration. Heat peaks through my body again and for one terrifying second I think I'm about to full-shift right there in the yard. My spine jerks. My breath stutters. Then I force air into my lungs slowly. Grounding. The surge starts to recede after that. Gradually. My hands settle fully back into human shape. My jaw stills. The night rushes back in around us again—cool air, pine trees, distant crickets, normal.

“You’re not going to see him one last time? “I heard he is in a mental hospital. He hurts himself often, and now, he is barely alive. “He keeps calling your name.” My expression stayed calm. I only replied, “That has nothing to do with me.”

he said. I laughed. "Oh, I will." But I doubted he would ever need a cane or become wrinkled. He wasn't a vampire, but he had become part of the seven magics. If he aged, it would be at a much, much slower rate than humans. Though I might have to change him, so he didn't suffer. "Good." He kissed the tip of my nose and pulled me toward the pier.

Although the concept of videography does exist in Fantasma, but it was done through magic, mostly in the medium of a crystal ball, even that technology were an options, but it was a very expensive one, and the image were only comparable with 8 bit game graphic. “M..Magic recording???…..wh…why..why is it so clear!!!??…it was as if the pictures comes to life!!!…this was amazing!!…look..look!!…there’s even people walking around…and it’s clear!!..”. (Grand Magus Soo Kwan Hon) The old Magus were clearly in his happiest moment as he saw the quality of the Video, he even go so far to even teleport right to the front, where the projector screen were and scrutinize everything with excitement.