Musical Magician Novels & Stories

Flesh like bursting pomegranates, Food for worms and little maggots, But I'm with you, you're with me, And that's how hearts are sealed…" The golden bloom of our shared magic flared together, so strong and clear I was almost amazed it didn't drown out the stage lights. But of course it wouldn't: it wasn't an energy you could see. It was a tidal, spiritual, magical sense, and the rapt energy of the audience fed back into it, making it stronger and bolder and bigger. The ceremony was underway: the power of the song flowed to them, and their energy flowed back to us. "Follow me to ground, dear love, Follow me down tenderly, Follow me to ground, dear love, Follow me these centuries…" We were wea

They don’t but I feel it in my soul when it happens. Ashryn’s magic hits a discordant note. “Magic… is like music.” The voice sounds so much like Cain’s and so different at the same time. “Play all the right notes and you will vibrate with power. But play a discordant note, and your whole tune is ruined.” The memory throws me out like a bad mango.

His mysterious aura seemed to draw me in, captivating me with its enigmatic beauty. The way his fingers moved so effortlessly over the strings seemed almost magical, like a spell that only he could cast. He seemed just as mysterious as the music he created. His power and intensity had me transfixed, as if I was being pulled into his world. As each note floated through the air, I felt as if I had entered another realm. I was no longer gazing upon a musician, but rather a wizard of sorts. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he had the power to make it happen. Even his silence spoke louder than words, his presence captivating the audience and leaving them in awe.

said Aza as he put the plate in the sink, then took a bottle of water to take him to the room. The sound of the door creaking sounded in the quiet room, Aza immediately took the book then began to take a comfortable position to read it. "Among a group of magicians, the core of the magician itself is called the Cube magician who controls the crystal cube, there are eight cube magicians including blue, red, maroon, green, brown, white, gray and purple cube magicians," When Aza turned the next page, it was blank. "Huh? Empty? Give me a break!" grumbled Aza.

(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. “This is amazing….I never see our Capital like this…it’s mesmerizing…”. (Duke Merrica) “surely only Aeternum can comes up with a new and better things…this video alone has left the Crystal Records miles behind….”. (Princess Angela Seraphim) “(Crystal Recording alone..need a tier 3 Mage to make and hundreds of gold coins to produce…but even that were not at this level of quality…..just how rich is Aeternum to be able to produce something as magical as th

A family of very humble magicians. They helped noble warriors and heroes, but they never charged anything. Well, they believed they would always be rewarded. For this reason, they lived in a very humble condition, even though they were mighty magicians. The magician couple's children were three. None of them wanted to follow the wizard's path, as they assumed they would be miserable like their parents. The older one was Igor, he was intelligent but sometimes too bold. He had black long hair and already had a small beard. The second one was Allan, he was aromatic, energetic, and I trusted people effortlessly. He was very similar to his older brother, but had medium hair and no beard. The last

The dance movements became faster as the song went on, and he was having trouble keeping up with the groundskeeper. “Damien,” he panted, “I have been meaning to ask, what is your element? I mean, it doesn’t look like wind is your specialty...?” Damien threw a flask of water his way. “I have no element in particular.” he replied. “My forte is Mental magic, particularly with animals.” “Oh, control magic.” Dorin said knowingly. “I prefer the term ‘conduct’.” the other said. “I do not command them.” he continued, “I suggest to them what to do.”

Mia asked again, confused. I didn’t know how to tell her that next part; I thought she wouldn't believe me and might even call me crazy. So, I took a breath in, glanced her side and just blurted out: “he said that gypsy usually use dark magic on things for compelling and sorcery” “HA, WHAT?” she shouted back in shock. She looked at me with a horrified and pale face. She thought for a while and asked again with a hint of a mocking smile on her face: “what does it do?”

I was fonder of the mage, and if I had to chose between him and Coryfe, it was not a difficult choice to make. We stepped out into the dining hall, to find the space filled with mages, their hoods drawn, shadowing their faces. The entire college was present, from apprentices through to the seniors, all muttering incantations as they attempted to end Rivyn’s spell. They turned to us in alarmed unison, obviously unaware that Rivyn had succeeded in freeing us from the hallway. I began my little children’s verse about the wind, and heard my voice echo around the room, so that I sung rounds with myself, the sound rising beyond the abilities of a non-magical vocal range. Wind rose, blowing back th

With a quick flick of his wrist, he pulled the coin out from behind it. "Ta-da." Catherine shrieked, slapping her hands over her ear. "How did you do that?!" Hanna scrambled closer, grabbing his hand to inspect it. "No way! Do it again!" Gavin laughed, giving me a view of his glorious Adam's apple. "A magician never reveals his secrets." He tossed the coin in the air, catching it effortlessly. "But... I do have one more trick." The triplets practically vibrated with excitement as he pulled a rubber band from his wrist. He stretched it between his fingers, then carefully threaded it through another band.