Pirate Magician Novels & Stories

The magician asked, "what about I use my magics to determine if you're telling the truth?" "Go ahead." He said confidently as the magician focused on me again, a stern gaze on his face now. "You're going to undergo many series of torture," he said and ordered the warriors to lead me to some other rooms where they'd tie me to the pole and remove my eyes, then beat me till I breathe my last. That seemed too difficult as I pushed myself forward to grab his legs but my hands were tied. I sobbed at his feet as I still needed my eyes for many reasons - including but not limited to sighting Brielle. She was my main focus. She was even the reason I found myself here.

"So it was always a school?" "No." Gogo’s dark eyes gleamed. "At first, it was a refuge. A secret. Then, as more of us were born into power, it became something greater." She set the spoon down with a deliberate clink. "But remember this, Sthandwa—no matter how polished the halls or how sweet the smiles, everyone there is still a predator in their own way." Rita’s fingers tightened around her cup. "Witches covet power. Werewolves hunger for dominance. Vampires? They crave control." Gogo reached across the table, pressing a beaded bracelet into Rita’s palm. "You will attract them. Your magic is a beacon. Choose your allies wisely."

"She needed to go back to find a solution!" "A solution?" I laughed out loud. "Damian, let me tell you a little fact. Isla isn't a shaman. She's a con artist. Her 'magic' is just a few party tricks." "Impossible! Her bloodline..." "Her bloodline?" I cut him off. "She's a mixed-blood, and a weak one at that. Her so-called shamanic magic comes from a beginner's guide she bought from a dusty, secondhand bookstore." I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end.

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.

His presence was electric, as he strategized mid-battle, his instincts keeping him one step ahead of danger. But the lieutenant's presence loomed like a dark stormcloud, wiry and slippery as he charged into the fray. His reptilian tattoos twisted around his arms, a threatening reminder of the powers he wielded, and suddenly he hurled a pouch of magical powder that erupted in a blinding cloud of sparkles. “No!” Amelia gasped as the shimmering mist engulfed the deck. Cries erupted around her as her werewolf crew and human pirates staggered back, momentarily incapacitated.

They used explosives, abilities, talismans and had already called for their meditating magician colleague to come help. This magician had a thing for solitude and so they could not reach him through his cellphone. Two of them quickly went in search of him. Unfortunately, too much had gone down before he could be found. The men (and women) at the door entered aggressively and saw a frozen Larry by the door and pieces of black blooded flesh and intestines. There was confusion on their faces. Why was the pieces of their boss black? The magician arrived. He slowly walked to the front, talisman in one hand, a wand in another.

Captain Black Beard compliment Esme with his tapping on the right shoulder of him, and as Lord Daemon clapped his hand once to give the sign of capturing this traitor. The traitor was captured by the pirates, quartermaster, first mate and second mate, as what Lord Daemon ordered. They drag him to go back inside the ship, but he thrashed and tried to fight back using his power. The two pirates blow out from the ship, and he tries to go out but Quartermaster abled to knocked him out using his fresh cleaned black handle. “Clean this mess! Put him in the prison with the fairy.” Croc said, the Quartermaster. He asked the Cabin Boy to do it for him.

“A mage is trying to bring our shield down.” “What for?” “We don’t know, your majesty.” “Fine!” Theo looks back at me and outstretches his hand. I lay my hand on him and he pulls me towards the deck. As Klevon’s leader describes, there is a mage hitting the boat’s barrier. He’s floating, or rather, he’s using a hoverboard to make it look like he’s floating. “What do you want?!” Theo asks. With a crazed look, the mage points at Theo and says, “Your life! I want your life!”

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.

Plifer began to feel uneasy upon hearing such a hypocritical question from Fullus. "I know. That's why I'm sure who this slave is. He's the last magician." Fullus just answered without looking at Plifer. "I know what a magician looks like, Fullus. Keishii is not like a magician. He is one hundred percent like a human. You know our world does not accept humans, you know that magicians are human enemies." "If that's right what you're saying. Why does the boy have seven magic powers and have a dangerous djinn? It's only for a golden magician and that gold is in the last magician only, Plifer." Fullus closed his book angrily.