Romans & histoires Paranoid Mage

Though he could not fathom who would be that desperate. "No, that can't be it. What kind of mage is powerful enough to pull this off?" He did not believe that even his own personal mage could do this, who was believed to be the strongest mage in Hell. He discarded the idea completely, trusting in his gut that it was the first cause.

The berserker demon is a black charred mass and the mage is on the floor, howling in pain. “Heh, I overestimated”, I say as I walk towards the mage curled up in a ball, nursing his wound. I’ll ask you again, answer and I’ll let you go with at least one limb. Who sent you?” He turns around and tries a last ditch effort to attack. “Blood Demon Magic: Death’s Grasp” . A black mist covers both of us. “ I’m taking you with me, mage!”. I sigh, and snap my fingers, “Sowilo” A miniature star the size of a soccer ball forms , burning the mist away, and the mage too. The dimension starts fading away, as I walk to go buy what I wanted before.

A Slow Death spell - a curse designed to rot the soul and liquefy internal organs over seventy-two agonizing hours. The entity fired. The bolt of violet rot screamed through the air, aimed directly at the two paralyzed Light Mages. "Shields up!" I lunged between them. Didn't have time for a complex ritual. Slammed my palm against the floor, pouring every ounce of remaining mana into a Triple-Layered Aegis. CRACK.

He said as his tiny fist shook from intense hatred. The mage clicked his tongue in annoyance, "This kid had the guts, huh? Let's see where this guts of yours could take you." He said as he grabbed the boy's thin arms. "I said don't come near me!" The moment the boy shouted, a huge amount of mana exploded and surrounded his thin and frail body. He now stood while he glared with hatred at the five mages who were now a hundred steps away from him as they were caught in the explosion of mana. The mage who grabbed the boy's arm screamed as his hand had burnt with golden flames. He tried so hard to use his mana to dispel the flames but unfortunately, it was all for naught. Moreover, he discovered

So, how come that he can’t sense Droon? Natahimik naman si Droon ng ilang secondo bago sumagot, “Um… I’m not… pretty sure… but I think… the orange guy… is a high-tier mage… but I don’t know the level… since something is… restricting the it’s mana flow… but anyone under a high-tier mage… seventh circle level… can’t detect or feel me…”

Umbra barks at Jenny. Lucky for me the two back off and leave me alone. I feel as if my face might be swelling, but there is no way for me to look at or even touch my face. With my arms tied behind my back, I am an easy target for them. I am afraid to use my magic or tap into it at all. I cannot risk Umbra or Jenny draining my magic from me or killing me to get it.

He did not walk so much as float, and the closer he got, the more his presence crawled through the car. The air charged with electricity, and I had to tamp down my fear. His eyes were the most unsettling because … eyes should not look like that. Like his robes, his eyes were dark with small universes swirling in slow circles within. My legs went weak. I wanted to ask about them, but I also wanted to live, so I kept my questions to myself. His gaze flickered to the papers held before him. “Another heir from Orbit?” The mage’s voice sounded like a blend of French horn and wind chimes. More discerns that were creepy when put together.

Normally, the Mage Tower has a tower ghost, and even if no one is there, it will still act on the orders of its master. However, since "Enchant Objects" is a level 5 spell that can only be cast by a level 9 mage, the Mage Tower was just a decoration after Christine, the only mage in the area, left. But now that she has brought back two first-level mages, Olivia and Ramos, and four apprentice mages, the Mage Tower can function normally.

Anger could be seen in Aries' eyes. He faced Morrigan, holding the ring in between his fingers. Peeping through it to look at the already perturbed princess. "Now, Little Raven... What do you think we should do to them?" Morrigan could feel that the voice of her uncle reverberated in her mind. It sounds like the voice that haunts her in her nightmares, she could feel her body turn cold and cold sweats trickling down her forehead. She wanted to scream as in her eyes everything started to fade, the buzz around her turned into a high pitch ring, and her uncle's face looked like a demon wanting to devour her at any moment. She took another step back, swaying unsteadily in her step.

"Gideon, do it now before she starts trying to shift." The old mage had stepped out of the shadows, his face pale as death, his grey robes smelling of burnt sulfur and something else… something ancient and wrong. He didn't have his wooden staff; instead, he held a small, jagged piece of dark glass in his hand, the edges glowing with a greasy, purple light that made my stomach turn instantly. Just looking at it made me want to vomit.