Magus Of The Wizarding World Novels & Stories

Persuade her to submit to him before the moon. His close friend Magus took a seat next to him. Magus was a rare addition to their pack. A creature half mage-half wolf he was immensely rare. There was purportedly only one other such creature in existence. And he was allegedly the Commander of King Detry’s Mages Guild. “What are you so pensive about?” Magus queried. “Same thing you are, I’ve no doubt.” “I’m far less pensive than I should be.” Magus was trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk and failing.

The feeling was so powerful and overwhelming that I had to lean over and clutch my stomach to gain control of what was my emotions and what belonged to the being generating the mass. He’s helping. I knew. Warlord had made it so dark that knights would have a hard time fighting us when all they could see was night. Magus spun his head to look back at me and I saw his eyes were glowing, like fireflies in a forest. But green. Magus stepped past us and was scanning the wall along the castle in such a way, that I could tell he could see in the dark as clearly as if it were daylight right now. I’ve never seen a mage do that.

If the subject of his attention was a beauty instead of the old man, Audrey wondered if he would pounce towards that direction. “Can you be more calm and collected please?” Audrey frowned. Allan had such unusual tastes… Allan lightly slapped Audrey’s head. “You know nothing! Do you know who that old man on the stage is? He is the dean of the Iridos and also the most powerful magus in the entire continent. The only known wizard who has attained the highest level of Violet Realm!” Late stage of Violet Realm? It had been some time since Audrey arrived at that world. Even though she still lacked in general knowledge, she was no stranger to that term.

My erratic heartbeat took on a frantic rhythm as I unfolded the paper and read the words scrawled on it. ‘Keith, I am sorry for leaving without meeting you, Keith. But you had gone to interrogate Justin, and I didn’t know when you would return. I am going to meet the Grand Magus of Oleander’s Coven. Hopefully, she will agree to heal Kramen using magic. Grand Magus is different from Oleander. She has a deep prejudice against werewolves. So, I don’t know how long it will take me to convince her. However, I promise I will come back as soon as possible.

The wizards and the magicians were exchanging blows with each other. “It looks like the magicians and the wizards are planning to remain at the camp base.” Ryuzaki accurately read the room. Ryuzaki was one of the people who had relics with him. His relic's name was the power of persuasion. It was the power where he could command people on his whim to a certain extent. However, it would only work for someone weaker than him. “Kneel down!” He used up the highest volume, screaming like he had a speaker toward the enemy.

She felt a sharp pain in her rib cage as she tried to pull herself up. “Your father must have said alot about me… Oh! He didn't? Allow me introduce myself. The greatest wizard, sixth order of the Phoenix, Pablo Martinez, but You Call me Master. Your kind is not worthy of my name”, he bragged. The strong smoke from his pipe coupled with the effect of the impact made her dizzy as he hovered rotationally around her. She regretted not obeying her father, but she also couldn't watch him die cheaply, in the hands of a power-hungry lunatic.

CASSIAN’S POV Magret had taken me to a lot of places to cure my ‘mutation’, and that had been when I met the warlock, Magnux for the first time. I could still remember how optimistic my mother had been about him, she’d been convinced a warlock as powerful as he was could ‘fix’ me and I’d finally be like the others, not the freak with two wolves. But Magnux had refused to do that, not because he couldn’t, but because it ‘wasn’t his place to do it’.

‘I am supported by higher realms. Indeed, she is. His eyes fell on the dirt that seemed closer to him than she was, wanting so desperately to scream in frustration, yet even opening his mouth is a function stolen from him. “Soren Sterling Stuart—strongest mage on the Wizards’ Tower, Lord of the House of Sorcery, husband of Clara Mair, and traitor of the realms,” she spoke, “that is not as honorable of a title to add, is it not?”

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

"Esme didn't say, only that mad your own choices and that you were killed by a werewolf." Darius raises one eyebrow. "I am neither witch nor warlock, actually," he says, "Something of a disappointment for my mother. Oh and I think you mean wizard. Warlocks usually don't like being called Warlocks. Sensitive souls. Warlocks are generally in league with unnatural forces. But I digress. No, I am not a witch or wizard. I am a magician." "What's the difference?"