Meddling Mage Novels & Stories

Hank held up his head high. Edmund squinted his eyes and curved his lips into an evil smile: "Sounds fun, maybe I'll try that." Buster shifted at Edmund's words, and Sarla also pulled out her wand, like the rest of the mages. The whole room was now under huge tension. "Do you really think you can leave if we don't allow it?" Hank sneered coldly, "With a deep wound and a girl unconscious in your arms?" They have ten high-level mages, and Edmund has only Buster and Sarla, with Lilith in his arms out cold. What was worst was that Edmund could feel his power draining from him. Many rituals use "blood of heart" because it was an important source of power.

Hearing his question the mage answered, “They are meant to do that. In the past, many people tried calling in for favors that only turned out to be taking revenge for petty fights. He didn't want to waste his time so now he ensures that the people who do come to meet him have a strong enough reason and are really desperate to have an audience with him.” “So he thinks he can drown people?” Valencia interjected in between and the mage didn't reply. He was getting a feeling he wasn’t going to like the woman at all. He continued stroking the air bird on his shoulder and increased his pace. Dominic tried to talk once again after signaling to Valencia that she should probably stop trying to get on

Emma's POV As we stepped into the mage's house, I was immediately enveloped in a thick, acrid smell of black dust. Steam wafted from various tubes and contraptions scattered around the room, creating an eerie atmosphere. Gabe's grip on my hand tightened, his overprotective nature surfacing once again. I wanted to roll my eyes, but the mage's presence commanded my attention. "Welcome to my territory," the mage said, her words dripping with a lovely, exotic accent. Each syllable was enunciated with precision, making her speech sound almost musical. "What can I do for you?"

“Connected?” “They have a mind mage,” Gyra answered him in her stead. Kilvic’s head swiveled instantly. Mind mages were extremely rare among humans, to have an active mind mage as a student in the academy spoke volumes on potential. He took into account the twelve girls that were not there. None of the first years could’ve been the mind mage so it reduced the number to nine. It didn’t help. Mind mages had dominant characteristics. Like other categories of mages, they were stereotyped. The most dominant characteristics were introverted tendencies as well as manipulative tendencies. They also tended to stay away from combat situations. Tacticians, they were often called on the battlefield. In

'leave it to me' I will have to shift back soo enough, cause there are no attacks that work on Mage, I can only think of a handful, and Ophelia's attacks aren't exactly suited for fighting something that can take any shape or size as he wishes. I work my legs fast as I move up to a little hill and jump as far can reach with my jaw wide open and aim for one of the yellow eyes; but unfortunately, I miss and roll to the ground. I shift back quickly and raise myself almost 15 feet to meet Mage's height, I swirl my hands left and right trying to gather all the air I can around Mage, and then bring my hand close to each other. A smile creeps its way up to my lips as I hear Mage roar loudly, clearl

The healing had been agonizing. "Hmm."The mage’s response was still devoid of emotion. "Unfortunate." Zaiper glared daggers at him. "And as for her threat—she truly cannot interfere.” The mage went on, unfazed. “A mere mention sends their ribs shattering and bones breaking within them. Your secrets are too vast. Speaking all of it will kill her."

Her mansion is purely vintage. The walls are bookshelves overcrowded with books, even the lengthy table in the middle of this space is occupied with books and blueprints of magic—just like how messy a mage could be. I laid the carrier on the table, silently, observing her motions that might seem alarming while she's performing enchantment to Hedwelch and Danteleon.

Jokil approached Froster and offered a cigar, he declined. “Your quarry, is she a Battle Mage? he asked, tactfully blowing away the cigar smoke away from Froster. “Correct, she is a Battle Mage. Voltiir as well.” “This must be part of that new initiative, you think so?” Mangani Apemen had forejaws and molar tusks.

I’d seen the spells he came up with, knew the tactics he’d come up with to help Detry and his few knights take entire villages with only Warlord’s magic. “No…” “Don’t underestimate him, Mary. He’s far more dangerous than you can imagine. And he’s only beginning to let you see…” “How will you get away?” I gave him a long look. He opened his mouth to answer. “Mary Mage!” Hawk’s voice cut across the clearing before Magus could answer. *** Magus closed his mouth and gave me a knowing smile instead. Watching as I crossed resignedly toward Hawk at the arrow line. “Good luck, Mary!” Magus taunted in the distance.

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening