Novel & Cerita Paranoid Mage

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.

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.

“Only the strongest mages can send such a call — like our king. But even then, that would only be the summon from our side.” Falling silent, the brunette seemed to sink into some serious thought. “Only a handful of the strongest mages, working together at the same time, can throw someone back. Or the skyrefens,” the mage grimaces with disgust. “They’re extremely powerful magical creatures. The most devious and cunning of all beings. They can influence the subconscious and feed on other people’s magic, sucking it out of the ones who possess it. And they don’t mind devouring the poor fellow’s body afterward. Though no one has seen them for a very, very long time — maybe they’ve all died out, t

I was a little afraid she might burn the school to the ground, but Maggie had left her in the care of Mage Jaye herself, so at least it would be the head of the council who would be responsible to make sure that everyone didn’t end up charred by the new charge. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with her,” I said to Maggie. “She is probably the strangest person I’ve ever met.” “Yeah, me, too,” she said. “And I’ve met a lot of people. She doesn’t really talk. She doesn’t let go of me, like ever. And whenever she gets upset, she flips out. I can’t tell if she is just a strange girl who happens to be a mage or if it’s because she’s a mage that she’s so strange. I don’t think it’s the latter. I mean, I’

Everything smells like mildew, blood, and… burnt fur? And he’s crouching above me. Smiling. That same wretched grin. I try to speak—but what comes out is a pathetic, confused bark. The mage laughs. Full-throated, cracked and hoarse, like he’s been choking on madness for years and is finally letting it out. “There you go, little puppy,” he hisses. “Now you can be useful.” I growl and try to lunge at him, but he flicks two fingers and my limbs go numb. A sick green glow seeps into my paws. I collapse with a whimper, powerless.