Romans & histoires Paranoid Mage

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 tipped my head to suggest, “Perhaps it’s the Oath.” The Mages’ Oath was to return what they took and he had stolen away a potential soulmate from me. Realization struck him surprisingly slow, “No... no! Not her.” He huffs and trembles. There’s isn’t much mages can do against karma. “She’s too young for a Lycan! How could you do this to her?” He mumbles and paces, pulling his hair like a madman.

Elex inquired, raising one of his brows. "She wasn't the only one who wanted to murder me. Back at Symar, there was another man who said something about being sent by someone to boost the Horc's power." Amaria elaborated. "Do you remember anything about this man?" Teresa inquired, and Amaria shrugged. "For example, what kind of magic did he use?" Teresa inquired again. Amaria replied, "He used illusion magic, Daemon magic enhancement spell, and paralysis spell." "Illusion magic and Daemon magic enhancement spell are both dark arts, and the paralysis spell could just be a bonus spell he picked up," Teresa explained.

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.

When he grins, the fir on the edges of his ears stick up, making him look like some kind of mythical fairy creature, and when he turns that smile on you, it feels like a thousand kisses. Parris Abernathy, the only tech mage of his generation, a hybrid trapped between forms, not quite a witch, and not quite a wolf either. Since that shared moment on the road, whenever we’re in a room together, my breath stops and my heart forgets how to beat. I can’t help but stare to the point of rudeness, my eyes trailing him wherever he goes.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

“What is this?” “You wanted to know why I want you to go back with Viola. Read this then. Just the first few pages,” he says. I gaze at him dubiously before opening the page and see words and symbols I have never seen before. But before I can say anything, he chants a spell again and automatically whatever gibberish was written shifts and reforms into readable words. My eyes widen and I file the question regarding this for later at the back of my mind. My eyes fall upon the word ‘Mage Wolf’