My Big Sister Is A Mage Novels & Stories

His crying is quieter now, and he doesn't look annoyed, so I continue. "My mother was the best magic user anyone has seen in a long time, and my little sister was following right in her footsteps. I was practically a failure compared to both of them. I have always preferred walking through the woods or swimming to practicing my magic...When my family was attacked, I was off exploring. When I heard their screams, I headed home, but I stayed hidden like a coward. I didn't even attempt to save them...After the dragons left, I crept out and wept over my mother's body. I didn't see my sister, so I let hope fool me into thinking Dagahra kidnapped her. I needed to give myself a purpose. If I didn't

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

Pouring out her feelings to her mom, Jessie's eyes watered. She was always the outcast in all her former schools and it was all because of her magic which had been on the fritz until she turned 15. Her magic made it hard for her to learn spells like everyone else. When she was 9, other kids her age had already learnt how to create bubbles and sparks. She, on the other hand, couldn't even make her finger glow. Her situation made her feel separated from the rest of the students. They called her names and sometimes the bullying even became physical. If it wasn't for her mom finally deciding to disobey the orders of her father's family when she turned 15, she would have killed herself from her d

What? “Karen... Before you killed mother, she made me a Mage.” A male voice said. I was told I had siblings. I felt a presence appear behind me as something shot up into me. “I have Elemental magic to combat your Death magic. It was a birthday gift from mama.” A snap of the fingers had me tossed into the trees like a rag doll. Ah! Damn it, this hurts! I healed myself as quickly as I could and charged back to the camp. As soon as I stepped foot into the camp, a vine wrapped around my waist holding me back. “Stop this attack!” I shouted. He looks almost like Monica.

I say nothing as I don’t want my sister to suspect a thing. Before I could reply to her annoying taunts she slaps me across my face. “Why did you do that?” I hiss. “Because it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” she replies right before she spits at my feet. Goddess, I can’t believe this is my sister. All of this is rooted in jealousy. The Moon Goddess blessed me with magic and I became the original witch, when my sister was born, her hair came out black. The literal color of her soul.

When I entered, Hestia was right out, and brother Mage’s baby girl was half-running. Is it like I’m sick, and is the village girl avoiding me? I can hit it when I catch him or corner him. “What’s wrong with her?” I ask my brother Mage, and he just smirks. “Did you give me some sex toys? That probably annoyed you,” he said, sitting on his swivel chair and checking the paper on his table.

I encourage her, as she leaps up off the sofa and stands in front of all of us. I watch with pride as my little sister’s hands begin to glow a stunning shade of purple, her eyes turning blacker than night with a pearl of silver in the centre. She waves her hands around and little stars begin to appear in the air and slowly they begin to form a shape. She’s only eleven, but she’s coming so far with her magic, and I couldn’t be more proud. She used to worry that she’d never be as good as me, and our age gap didn’t seem to help quell her fears, but I’ve reassured her since she was a child, she doesn’t have to be as strong as me, just the strongest version of herself, and what a strong little ma

“What the hell is a vampiric mage?” Eden sighed, “A full vampire that can use magic. Morrigan’s sister, Artemis, was a vampiric mage. It’s why Morrigan killed her and strove to make her own vampiric mage, but she wasn’t the only one.” “How do you know that?” Eden sighed, “There… are memories that surface sometimes…”

I said, putting false cheer into my voice, throwing my hands over Noah’s shoulders, and then over Daniel’s, as we laughed into the night and started walking the path that Dora had just passed through with her little cousin. The little girl was just as feisty as her, only that Dora was still coming to terms with a cure for her magiclessness, if there was a term as that. The little sister though was different. I could literally sense the magic waves rolling all over her. That one would be a great mage. Well, that was by the way. Time to feel pleasure. I couldn't wait to hear the queen’s daughter writhe under me. I have always wondered what she would taste like.