Magus Of The Novels & Stories

The Supreme Magus went back over by the dark monolith and explained, “Most of my magic has been siphoned by this Cronus monolith to activate its latent attributes. You see, my followers, I am not the person who will save our kind and ensure our existence in history.” “If not you, then who, Supreme Magus?” Alicia and Tiffaun were eager to know the answer. Taking a deep breath while coming back over to where the witches were, the Supreme Magus conveyed, “The children of the cult’s original bloodline.” “You don’t mean those troublesome spawns of Vaud, that traitorous wizard who did every inhuman act he could think of to craft Immortalis?” Tiffaun and Alicia glanced at each other in tacit unders

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

Tyr exclaimed in surprise after spotting him. Clearly, Magus hadn’t enjoyed himself to the fullest. He sighed and complained, “Those things couldn’t last long in the face of my magic. I ended up taking care of them with a few spells. I’ve spent the majority of my life studying Aretuza Magic, but today I’m shocked to learn just how effective it is against those demonic beings.” “Master Magus, perhaps it wasn’t your Aretuza Magic that seemed amazing. Those things are like ants before a Demigod like you,” Tyr teased with a smile.

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

Rex said, turning back to the cliff face that had now started to become like a fast-spinning whirlpool as the barrier created an opening, “But I can see the glint of magic if I stare hard enough.” “Grub,” Cassius said, turning to face the stocky man, “Did you know Rex could do that?” “That wonky leg can see magic?” Grub asked, stopping his idle teeth picking with the tip of his dagger and moving it down to pat the flat of the blade against his chin as he thought. “No. Grub did not know wonky leg can see magic, but Grub is not surprised. That is why wonky leg is the leader, he does things not even Grub can do, which says something. Grub thinks he is descended from bone god.”

Magus shook his head. “Why not?” “Draw too much attention. There’s many that’d hunt him.” “Because he’s the original?” “Because he’s sired so many guardians.” “What are they?” “Wolves that his partners agreed to mother in order to protect different forests.” “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” Magus gave me a quick look. “Never of Wrath? Rage? Or Turmoil? Or…Chaos?” “No…” I slowly shook my head. Seeing that Magus thought me quite silly for knowing nothing of these guardians.

His eyes held secrets untold, and his aura spoke of power harnessed from the depths of the arcane. Within the grand halls of the castle, the magician was greeted with a mixture of awe and trepidation. King Maximilian, donned in regal attire, stood at the forefront, his expression a mask of anticipation and desire. The magician's voice resonated through the chamber as he addressed the gathered courtiers and the king himself. He spoke of the ancient rituals and dark arts that he would employ to extract Isabella's powers. He promised a transfer of strength, a transference that would bind the powers of the princess to the king's own essence.

“Well, that’s great. Because of me, because of the event that I organized for you she got the chance to finally see you.” “Ohh damn! Where’s your brain?! You’re not getting my point here!” “Why not?! You know, you’re the one who’s confused here.” Magus is literally losing his patience with Dawn; he thinks that maybe he needs Dustine back and brings back Dawn wherever she comes. Dustine is easy to handle, and deal with since he’s afraid of him but the woman in front of him have a lot of gut and he can’t sense that she’s afraid of him, well, if his fangs are not showed she isn’t afraid but once it appears there goes the afraid Dawn.

In Magissa Magos, there are seven types of pins. One is black ataol with a silver border, for those with black magic. One is a crystal ball with a standard in the middle with an engraved fortune, its border is also silver, those with pins are for those who have the ability to see the extraordinary, to see what others cannot see. There is also a Wand, for those who aspire to a high position, legislators and those who want to be part of the operation of Magisé. Briefcase for entrepreneurs. Dagger for soldiers or fields that involve the physical. Goblet for those who are good at potions, herbs, medicine and whatnot.