Oblivion Resist Magic Novels & Stories

He gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face as he held the flickering silver barrier. "She's too strong!" Caleb gasped, his knees shaking as he tried to maintain his kinetic energy. "Our magic isn't even scratching her!" "Because she isn't using physical magic!" Leo shouted, as his hands frantically tapped on his handheld tablet despite his trembling fingers. "She's feeding on ambient bio-energy! Every time we throw an elemental attack at her, her core absorbs the thermal kinetic energy and converts it into black frost! We're feeding her!" Lilith stepped slowly through the settling dust, her boots crunching softly over the frozen floorboards. The dark, parasitic aura surrounding her wa

Breathe. Sethlzaar spun from the deflection, a second blow trailing a path to his opponent. Berlak’s hand came up, choosing to take Cenam’s blow instead. Sethlzaar’s swing trailed through the darkness, perhaps guided by it as he spun the veil into a reverse grip. Berlak’s blow sailed through the night striking nothing where the veil should’ve been. Sethlzaar’s attack took him in the side. As edge met skin, Sethlzaar ignited the cold fire in his skin as he’d done each time he’d thought his attack would connect. With the pain came the familiar feeling of resistance as flesh gave way to the domination of sharp steel. Berlak spun away from the blow. A gasp of pain escaped his lips and his hand w

I whispered and almost immediately, my appearance changed. The clothes I wore turned into a red gown. My own "once in a while" sceptre found its way into my hands. My hair became longer and every right thing about me changed to the magical form I switched to. "Woah!" Steve exclaimed as he stared at me with surprise and shock. I turned towards the part of the city that caught fire and stretched my sceptre towards the area. Immediately, the fire died down and smoke was the only thing that remained. I stretched the sceptre towards every corner of the Spears' mansion, thereby invoking and assigning some of my protection powers to the house and everything in it. None of the inhabitants would get

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

I don’t dwell on the thought long because that witch is clearly seething. “You lie! You can’t bring back my magic!” She screams. “Oh, but I can. See, it’s permanently suppressed, but I have the antidote right here.” Rebel says, waving the spray in Liora’s face, “Spraying this on you will restore it in a couple of days. Without it, you are no better than a human.” “You’re lying!” Liora screamed. “I think you know I’m not. You are just being stubborn because you know what I’m going to ask, don’t you?”

The formation holds. Lucian works through the center of the advance with the hybrid power burning at full output, the gold and red aura visible from a distance significant enough that the revenants in a thirty-foot radius destabilize simultaneously, their animating force disrupting when it contacts something the blood magic was not designed to encounter. The bodies drop and the formation advances through the gap and holds the new ground and the process repeats. It works. For a while, it works. Then the amplification relic activates.

I placed my hand directly over the marked boundary lines, the star-silver on my arm flaring with a majestic violet light that cast a deep glow over the parchment. "Let them march," I said, my voice amplified by the quiet magic humming in my blood. The entire hall fell dead silent, hanging onto every word. "Their Peacekeepers rely on Null-Iron armor to strip your shifting abilities and dampen your magic. But the star-silver we discovered in the deep mines beneath the Abyss does the exact opposite. It is a perfect conductor. It amplifies magic and shatters their anti-magic defenses upon physical contact."

"Exactly, I was afraid that King Abaddon would find out about overflowing magic here that is why I never told anyone about this!" Elizer regenerated but Jacob casts ring fire again, enhanced multiple times by King Solomon. "No!" said Olivia, "please do not hurt Elizer, father!" "Elizer considered himself immortal because he could regenerate his body. However, while I was in prison, I was able to create a magic that can fight against werewolves who regenerate. Now Olivia and Zendaya, it's time to remove that dark magic King Abaddon has put in your bodies," King Solomon moved his hand sideways. "I rarely used this technique but I guess I need to try casting it again, separation enchantment bun

The obelisk loomed before Nicola, ancient runes pulsing like a heartbeat in the sickly, crimson light. The closer she came, the heavier the air grew, like the nexus itself was trying to repel her. Marla's teachings whispered in her memory: Magic is as much about willpower as it is about knowledge. Stand firm, and it will yield. Nicola gritted her teeth, raising the shard. The artifact vibrated in her hand, responding to the obelisk's energy. The runes flickered, their light intensifying, as if the nexus were alive - and watching her.