Oblivion Mage Stone Novels & Stories

The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with books that looked like they hadn't been touched in decades, and there was a large desk in the center of the room that was covered in stacks of parchment and wax seals. I didn't have much time before Silas came looking for me, so I started opening the desk drawers and tossing aside the boring pack ledgers and tax reports until I found a small, leather-bound book hidden in a false bottom at the back. It didn't have a title on the spine, but when I opened it, I saw that it was a ledger of forbidden rituals and black-market magical items that made my skin crawl just looking at them. I flipped through the pages quickly while I tried to keep my breat

I replied to her. “Umbra stone? What was that thing again?” Glade asked our of curiosity. And he seemed pissed off, maybe tired of Belphegor’s bullsh*t. “These are stones that amplify demon’s power and can aid them in battles. Just like the space umbra stone that I managed to destroy when we fought the demon named Carria. The stone in Belphegor’s hand right now is called the umbra stone of Phantasm,” I answered. “Phantasm. Hmmm that means it can create illusions, dreams and nightmares. But why didn’t I and Acanta notice it? I have Mind Magic and Acanta has all-knowing eyes,” Lotus fascinated. He placed his finger on his chin, cupping it.

They just listened to the blabber of their comrades but in actuality, they subtly observed the whole venue. Everyone knew that the venue was full of extravagance as if it was a princess' first birthday celebration. But the archmages present knew how this was a true extravagance. The lights alone that were used around the venue were made by an array that was powered by a high-grade mana stone. The high-grade mana stones were extremely precious that even the current emperor of the Azenla Empire had only three of them. Yet Santi placed a total of seventy-three fist-sized high-grade mana stones to the walls that surrounded the venue like it was nothing but common rocks.

I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read. *Twin draco from obsidian stone For who will prevail may sit thy throne, The forgotten one will rise awake Balls of magic, so little to take. Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once.*

"It couldn't have been a dream, could it?" Olive asked already beginning to doubt herself. Grabbing her forehead, she rested her back on the wall and slowly slid down to sit on the floor. Rosabella spoke almost immediately," It has to be because I didn't hear a thing and the wards didn't pick up on any foreign magic."

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

he said leaning forward, Layana frowned “Ignite!” she hissed, and at her feet, the mage stone lit up, it wasn’t too bright but it was enough to reveal their faces. it was a commonly used source of light around the kingdom. Mage stones could give light for a few hours and up to several hours depending on the power put into them by the mage who created it. Declan smirked slightly as Layana’s eyes widened in shock, the moment realisation hit her. “You!” she whispered furiously,

Lyra followed behind Silvain, and Marina could hear from the sound of her movement that she was managing something significant but managing it, Lyra's wolf magic pushing through the sublevel's resistance through the same quality of will that had sustained the Crimson Pact's eastern anchor position for thirty minutes. The fifth sublevel was a single large room. Marina stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at it. Stone walls, stone floor, stone ceiling, everything the same dense quarried rock as the boundary standing stones but without the old magic. This rock had been chosen for conductivity, for its ability to hold magic in the channels cut into its surface, channels that ran everyw

What if someone had given them those stones? If that was true, then the enemy standing before him was nothing more than the visible edge of something much larger. Either way, guessing would accomplish nothing. He needed answers. And answers meant finding someone capable of examining the blood stones without triggering whatever enchantments they carried. A mage. Not an ordinary one. Someone whose understanding of ancient magic rivaled the oldest records still preserved on the continent. Only one place fit that description. The Mage Tower. For centuries, it had gathered the greatest magical minds of every generation. If anyone could identify the origin of the blood stones, explain their purpos

I can't lose him, especially since we are literally falling toward the territory of the lycan-eating race. I then snatched the magic stone from him to check if it could be used to teleport him out of this place. The magic stone explained why he suddenly appeared beside me. I didn't expect that he had another magic stone to hide his presence and had also turned himself invincible. He probably used another expensive teleportation tool to return to my office again to sneak and follow me until I arrived here. The magic stone hasn't lost its powers yet, but the healer's territory negates any magic the closer we get to the ground.