Pirate Magician Novels & Stories

“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’

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

The Heart of Magic. Jergintarth's eyes widened, and his body trembled with rage. "Who are you? Give back the boy's heart!" snapped Jergintarth angrily. “My name is Lycus, the great sorcerer. I am the most powerful magician among humans. With The Heart of Magic in my hand, my magic power is not only the strongest among humans but also the strongest on Magica,” he said with an arrogant grin. “To hell with your ambition! For your selfish interests, our kind is destroyed! Give back the boy dragon's heart!” snapped Jergintarth in a thunderous voice.

I huffed out a laugh. "If I were a pirate, do you really think I would stick around where I had just robbed?" "I just need to know what you are here for, and then I can be in my way," I bit my lower lip, lifting my feet from the desk and sitting up straight. I riffled through some papers pulling out a blank piece of paper. I used my magic to spell it, so it looked like a merchant's order. "I'm just here to collect a few items for a couple of my buyers," I lied. He grabbed the paper from my hand—a strange power coming from his gloved hand, drawing my attention to it.

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

They must have seen some mage who they deem worthy of their power. I looked towards the Water Spirit who looked gorgeous on her blue dress. She has fair skin and blue eyes. Her blonde hair complimented her dress and her skin tone. She flown towards a guy, who looks familiar. I remember him as the guy who was always noisy and a thick-faced mage. He claims to be a chic magnet but we hardly believe him. He’s a happy-go-lucky type of guy. So opposite to the prim and proper looking lady. The Water spirit was not doing anything, not even talking, she was just looking at the mage in front of her while the guy was making weird faces. Is he… flirting? With a spirit? That chic-magnet wannabe is defini

She opened her eyes and could see how the pirate looked at her with fascination as she continued petting her. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in the ocean,” Charlotte said keeping her eyes on Marina’s. The siren blushed with the commentary, and she also had to admit the pirate girl was one of the prettiest living beings she had ever laid her eyes on. Sure, back at home there were beautiful sirens and stunning merman, but Charlotte had something that made her more beautiful than all of them. This thought made Marina felt confused. Why was she thinking that the human girl petting her was more beautiful than other sirens if she had just met her? Why did she not feel rage o

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

“He won’t tell me what I really am, so I said, if I do magic, I must be a magician.” Grandma laughed, and I headed for the stairs, wondering how I would climb them all. Under her breath, I heard her say, “Close. Not a magician… a mage.”

Through Nora, they had learned about the old Mage who worked for Waai, who was the lead witch of the Capricorn Coven that was once banished from witches' magical society, ages before the first war. Mage Master was the only sorcerer alive today who was present at the time of banishment, a young boy then, a formidable witch now. Once he knew what they were up against, he decided not to let Dom go in alone like on the island. Magical help was needed to fight this crazy coven of witches which had managed to survive all these centuries alone.