Novel & Cerita Paranoid Mage

"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.

"They have combat mages with them!" Of course Morgana had sent mages. Why would she make this remotely fair or easy? I staggered toward the medical tent, fighting off corrupted wolves as I went, watching helplessly as the corruption spread further and further up my arm with each passing second. Made it halfway before my legs completely gave out. The world tilted sideways. Everything went fuzzy around the edges. I could feel the dark magic trying to take absolute control, trying to push me out and make me just another mindless puppet for Morgana to command.

“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

' 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.

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

“It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she reached her magic into him and tried to take the power of his spirit into her. But it was more difficult than she t

She's holding a candle, and to my insanity, he lights up her candle with his eyes. Oh, dear goddess… My squirming starts again but it's futile. There's no way I can free myself and escape these demons. Not without Amber. And sadly, I don't feel her presence anymore. "There are rules to this, Richard. And there are consequences if you do break any," The Mage says, coming to stand between the both of us. But she's facing Richard and her ancient - tattooed back was to me. He nods but doesn't stop muttering whatever it was. His gaze is intently fixed on her and it increases the horror in them.