Romans & histoires Paranoid Mage

SELENE POV I had all but given up trying to free myself from Tor's iron grip by the time he strode back into the settlement with me slung over his shoulder like some type of trophy. It was times like these that I wished my magical abilities went beyond healing and defensive spells as I fantasized about the h*ll I would unleash on this arrogant b*stard with his superiority complex. I was brought out of my fantasies when I noticed people in the village streets were stopping to stare at the spectacle of me being hauled like a bag of grain. Unable to stand one more moment of this embarrassment, I conceded.

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

The kind that transcended all else, lived when everything else had shriveled up and died. Did my mother know the hell she’d sent me off to? Slash after slash the Head Mage made, tracing the map of thick scar tissue until it split at the seams. No matter how badly my head swam, or the room spun, I was never able to pass out. I wasn’t sure if it were magic that kept me awake, or the other mages chanting in low, frightening voices.

I felt my wolf shift inside me as I stared at her, vulnerable on the seat, aware that the mage had begun circling the spotlight, the blue silk of his robe darting in and out of the lights. He had been one of my father’s mages from the main city, an apothecary that was well-feared because he could induce hypnosis, a confessor. “At the sound of my voice, Raya Banks, you are going to feel sleepy,” The Mage started and I cramped down on the urge to whip around and face him.

“ As you know, long before Abnormals of today took power here in Ocrad, it was known by a different name, Daikhana. Absalon, the one you call The Paragon, ruled over the ancient humans with an iron fist; after all, we humans are mere shards of Absalon. Of course, he was defeated and sealed away by the founders of your Abnormal villages. Sintar the Dragon, Augar the Giant, Rudoka the Kitsune, Azrez the Naga, Ivaura the Hydra, Koame the Anansi, Eterna the Phoenix, Raithea the Siren, Mazoga the Orc, and Syrink the Griffin. But before he fell, he gave my people his trump card. A grimoire with spells and rituals, including what is now known as The Paragon’s Sacrament. This, as I presume you’ve he

“Our ruling council lost their Mage representative because he bungled handling a cursed journal. Now he’s getting the mage version of medical help for it. I know the mage that is taking over his duties until he gets better. He also the leading authority on life/death magic. It’s also called blood magic, and just so you know, its practice in any form or under any name is outlawed. So, if we find that these assholes are still active, we need to back off and call in the mage exterminators.” “Exterminators? I’ll see if I can get Hal to copy the photos as soon as you have service.” “Experts trained on taking down this type of criminal. They are the mage version of an enforcer. I have no protectio

Persuade her to submit to him before the moon. His close friend Magus took a seat next to him. Magus was a rare addition to their pack. A creature half mage-half wolf he was immensely rare. There was purportedly only one other such creature in existence. And he was allegedly the Commander of King Detry’s Mages Guild. “What are you so pensive about?” Magus queried. “Same thing you are, I’ve no doubt.” “I’m far less pensive than I should be.” Magus was trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk and failing.

“You already know my lycan beast lies dormant. But let us shift regardless. Let us see whose wolf is stronger.” “Gladly,” said the mage, his eyes darkening. He reached inward, calling to his wolf. But nothing came. Vargr narrowed his eyes. Draven... He reached again through the bond—but silence met him. He tried once more. Still, no answer. The mage tilted his head with mock concern. “What’s this? Can’t reach him?” Vargr’s fury ignited. “What have you done?” “As long as you remain here,” the mage said c

he asked in quick succession. “Hold on, one thing at a time. You probably can’t move because your body lost so much blood, I had to bind you to keep you still so I could transfuse you with some of mine,” she said showing a thin magical stream of red blood flowing over to a place on himself Rex couldn’t see,” Two, I don’t know exactly where we are. Three, I have a feeling we may be somewhere unfamiliar to me inside of the spirit realm, which means magic is given to mages called ‘sho’cendi’ which is granted from a familiar you must find and bond with, that could explain your lack of use with magic, and about Fafnir being gone, I don’t know.” “How long until you’re done?”

' Right now, it's to get out of here. Someone is coming, fast-paced, light feet, unusually quick. Searching, I can hear their feet pause from time to time, an occasional sniff and the shuffling feet continues. I clutch the Sycadian, absorbing the warm vibrations it sends through my hand, the strength it lends me. It becomes clear to me now, what this is. An illusion, the sort only efficacious mages could call up, especially one of such enormosity. Like swirling a paint brush in the imagination. A powerful one, controlled by a strong mind. And for all I know, I am strong.