Musical Magician Novels & Stories

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

To the instrument that he never knew then, the struggle and hardship he endures to be the master of the craft, his master and teacher’s way, and words bore deep unto his mind, with its first lesson that says. “Learning the art of war does not mean that you will have to take a sword or be the master of your mana, but there is something more than that. A thing you can do that is outside that system as spells and witchcraft are not the only ones that can manipulate and control a person’s mind. Music is powerful as a few can master it. Now remember, to play the game everyone is playing, you need to be someone they can be afraid of, to protect the one you care about more than anything or anyone,

The music continued and Jamie was engrossed. Suddenly, a voice she did not know said in her head, “Light distraction magic is so simple it is actually very hard to detect. All you need is a shiny object and Keep flicking it in the victim's eyes until their mind is weakened. Watch out for it Jamie, for once your mind is weakened they can hold your attention and make their move.” Jamie eyebrows raised as she realised that is what the dancers were doing, they were distracting the guards, the King, and his honoured guests.

Others spat when they thought he wasn’t looking. He barely cared. What gnawed at him wasn’t their doubt. It was his own shadow — twitching at his heels like a chained beast straining for freedom. He closed himself in a narrow chamber carved into the wall, once a storeroom, now abandoned. The air was thick with dust. He sat cross-legged on the floor, shadows pooled around him, and tried again. “Obey me,” he whispered. The words felt foolish, but the magic didn’t respond to silence. The shadows rippled like water disturbed by stones. He stretched out his hand and willed them to form a blade.

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

Damion stared at Coltus for a moment before letting out a growl of frustration. He stooped down and undid the silver cuffs on my ankles, followed by the ones on my wrists. The relief was immediate when I was freed from the burning silver. My magic was starting to sparkly weakly within me. Regrettably, it wasn't enough to do anything, I needed time to regain my strength. But when Damion captured my shoulders again and Coltus took a step toward me with his hand raised, I tried with all my might to struggle against Damion's bruising grip.

I tried, but my body was trembling uncontrollably, every nerve alive with a strange, humming energy. The magician began to draw. His fingers moved in deliberate arcs on my forehead first, then down the center of my chest, and finally across each wrist. The light clung to my skin, hot and humming, the scent of metal sharp in the air. He began to chant. The sound wasn’t like any language I’d ever heard before. It was rough and deep, every syllable vibrating through the ground, through my bones, through the very air itself. The words seemed to move, as though alive.

“A man could well lose his part to her gentle touch!” “Then what have you planned?” Jaecar’s black brows lifted in interest. “I intend to play as unfairly as she.” “How’s that?” “A spell an old friend gave me.” “The mage Commander when he trained you.” “Nay.” Magus shook his head. “We rarely saw him. The one that truly trains is his Second in Command, Hawk. He was my mentor.” “And what spell did he give you?” Magus beamed. “One to melt a woman who’s toyed with you too long. One he wrote for a particular little mage that had been teasing him below the breeches.”

Black panda eyes, bright red cheeks, and a white strip from his nose down to his chin. “I hope so, too.” I smiled politely and looked at the others. They were all very studiously looking elsewhere. “I’m Cordibar the Tremendous, magician and sage. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?” On hearing the word magician I suddenly perked up. For someone like me with poor fighting skills and a terrible physique, there was only one way to become OP — learn magic. I shuffled along the bench. “You can do magic?” “Of course. Birthdays, parties, functions of all sorts — Cordibar will keep your guests entertained!” He twirled his hands and produced a rather limp bouquet of flowers out of nowhere. Or possibly from h

It was such a great success that I started my career in this empire. The successful business that I only imagined before is now within my hand. I can now call myself a true citizen of this empire. I have built my name, and I am now accustomed to this world. I still remember how I sponsored the musicians that May recommended to me. The magician who helped me talk to the original Belle is now the great magician, as he invented many things that can be done by magic. Of course, thanks to my help, but all those are for him because we had a deal before.