Oblivion Mage Stone Novels & Stories

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. "

In that moment, Dola found the medillion around her neck burning green, sprouting cracks throughout her chest. “You……….vile traitor” Dola yelled as she stormed at the treacherous fae. “Expandit quamvis per eam corpus.” The mage chanted. The cracks spread throughout Dola’s body, pouring green plasma from her and causing her to fall to the ground. Foolish Dola, I gave you a fake medillion when you sent your brother away. The real medillion of day is here.” The mage held the second stone in his hand apart from the other one.

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.*

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

Larger stones followed, fist-sized chunks of granite and smooth river rocks, hovering in a slow, chaotic orbit around her. Elara’s magic—wild, forbidden, surged in response to her anguish. The stones spun faster, glinting in the fading light, forming a jagged halo that pulsed with her grief. A breeze stirred, carrying the faint hum of her power, a sound like distant thunder trapped in a bottle.

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.

That’s my job! “Demons.” I sighed. “They are what Mages become when they lose control. If your soul jewel, or what some Mages call a stone or crystal, shatters, the only person that can bring you back is Eldon. As you saw today, he can revive a soul and make that Mage live again. The trade off is you lose a portion of your overall magic. Once your magic is completely gone, your time will be up and there will not be another revival.” I explained grabbing the small bottle of wine from between us. I pulled the cork out of the bottle and swung it back hoping that this would calm my rampant nerves. Oh yes! I need this so much right now.

I was sure that even if we went on a trial, he would win, and that would trap me forever. Magnus let out a low chuckle, his gaze sharp with amusement. “There is another way,” he said, leaning in slightly. “The Veilstone Amulet.” I frowned. “The what?” “A relic forged from a fallen celestial crystal,” he explained, his voice dropping into a near whisper. “Under a full moon, it severs the mate bond completely—but it comes with a price.” My heart pounded. “What price?” His smirk widened. “Your appearance will change. Hair, eyes, even your scent. Your wolf form, too. No one will recognize you—not even your mate.”