Magina Man Novels & Stories

“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.”

Even worse than what Sharra wanted. "How can you say that?" Titan asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation, scaring the trolls busily doing whatever it was they were doing. "Without this room, we wouldn't understand how each creature works." He paused and picked up what looked like a walnut still in its shell. "This is the brain of a fairy. Right here," he touched his dirty index finger to the back of the brain. "This is where the ability to do magic is stored. Without this tiny piece of the genetic puzzle, a fairy can't do magic." Then he tapped a portion on the left. "This tells the fairy's body it's going to be small and winged." Then he pointed at the part directly in front. "Right h

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.

It was his privilege and his alone. “Oh well. That is for the future.” Cronos stated lazily and sank into his chair once again. As all this was going on, Magma had already opened the door to reveal the tied up figures of the most fearful men and women of his race; only that right now they didn’t look so fearful. “My oh my. We have revealed an unsightly figure to young Magma,” the Primogenitor was the first to speak. Her bright smile was akin to that of a person who held no malice or hatred. And even when she recognized Mane, her smile didn’t fade.

"Hi" The man at the door said, flashing an enchanting smile at Megan. Megan fakes a smile and said "Hi" .... "Who are you?" She asked. The man smiles and said "My name is Ace". "Do you need anything?" She asked. "If you're looking for that ugly chimpanze that calls herself Freya, she's not here" Megan said trying to close the door, but Ace held the door, making Megan furrowed her eyebrows.

The word felt inadequate. Magnus’s eyes met hers, filled with a mix of fear and determination that made her heart clench. Made her want to run and stay all at once. “It is.” Magnus took a deep breath, his gaze distant as if recalling ancient legends. Or nightmares. “There’s Zeeb,” he began, his voice taking on a hushed, almost reverent tone. “His spirit guide is Razor, a saber-toothed tiger that grants him superhuman strength. I’ve heard he can lift entire buildings with his bare hands.”

both Rima and Henry closed their eyes again once they heard the sound of an approaching figure, holding their breaths in anticipation and worry, Rima had the man in front of them immobilized as her magic seeped with the air to his body and reached his every cell, even his tongue was his frozen, but the alarming part was that the man was still alive and resisting somehow, she could feel her magic being pushed and fought out of his system, he was not a God as he didn’t look like one, nor did he detect the dark energy in the air which they used to hide their lives, but he was no ordinary man, and the rest were probably the same as him, which meant they were again in a tight situation. “They are

Playful Woman [Magnus Pov.] Magnus Wellington. Eighteen years old. Heartthrob. Basketball player. Self-centered. Handsome. Bad boy. Martial arts expert and a total Womanizer. In fact, I would have been in college, but because of my pampered and always cutting class, I am still back and forth in the last grade of high school.

Amidst the crowd was an old man in his sixties. Yet, his physique was still overbearing and sturdy. With strong eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s. All in all, this old man gave off the impression of prestige and dignity. At first glance, this man somewhat resembled the character of Magneto from Marvel comics. In terms of his appearance, he shared a high similarity to the character. This man was none other than Andusk Dragoon, the Grand Elder of Six Doors.

This man loves me. "I have no clue what you just said," The man admits, and then his face seems to grow sad. One could drown in the water gathering in the corner of his eyes. "Our time is limited, but we will meet again once you turn eighteen." He smiles briefly. "Come and find me in the magical realm." His voice sends a flutter through my entire body, and then he leans in to kiss me. It feels like magic—the mate-bond is buzzing in the surrounding atmosphere.