Romans & histoires Planet Magick

“But Stella’s magic is… different. Not destructive like this.” “And Meguitte’s is?” “Sometimes,” Sigrid admitted sorrowfully. “Frequently,” she corrected herself. “Where Stella’s magic is very controlled and studied and planned, Meguitte’s magic is passionate and unpredictable. She has the best of intentions, but frequently things just… burn.” “Okay, so maybe we should go back and make sure Meguitte doesn’t set fire to the town?” Tom suggested. “No, I must continue. Let’s head towards the MegaStore,” Sigrid pointed that direction.

Sliding up the side of the shack as he cradled his pained shoulder. “More fine, now.” Magus had stepped back from the structure, facing it as he crossed his forearms before him. He slowly unfolded them. Leaving what looked like a green rainbow in their wake. Brighter lights glimmering from his fingertips as he curved them in his concentration. His face written with tension and his lips murmuring as he whispered words too low for even my wolf ears to catch. Then he sent out a streaming green light from each hand, which wrapped around the base of the shack in both directions.

This girl had clearly been through a very rough past. Kimora: (With her hands quivering, she looks down the edge of the cliff with a pained expression on her face.) "I can't go back home. I can't trust my Mom, and I can't trust my Dad. If that even is my Dad...I'm all alone and it's all because of these "powers" I barely have any control over! Hell I'm not even 100% sure what I have is considered a power.. What does it mean to have a "Definition"!? What does it mean to have access to "Magick"!? According to the Islanders from my world, Magick is an external force that you can harness. An energy that flows from the planets around us. It can be given shape and it can be asked to do things; but

Small flickers of shadow appeared in corners where no light should reach. Killian felt it in himself, too. His magic was stronger than ever — shadows moved sharper, faster, more vicious than he’d ever commanded them. But each time he used it, he felt something else moving with him, watching through him. And he wasn’t sure if it was him commanding the darkness anymore… or the other way around. Rumours filtered in from beyond Harrow’s territory. The southern kingdoms had seen stars vanish from their skies. Ships in the northern harbours swore the sea itself rose against them, black waves swallowing fleets whole. In the east, a city of priests reported their sacred fires burning cold blue, thei

(Grand Magus Soo Kwan Hon) “You are rather perceptive, Grand Magus…that is true…actually..I have someone that I want get of this country, without anyone knowing…do you perhaps have some magic spells that can alter some memories of people?…mind you, I don’t want something rather evil…it was just something that I promised to do…and also, should this matter be known to the Hallerus…some issues might rise..” As I asked this, the Old Magus eyebrows rise up, a little bit wary if I were to asked him to do something in the criminals in nature. “...then, I guess so…I do have spell that can make memories jumbled up….I can also wipe a person memories cleans or alter some of it….it wasn’t that hard…it w

She felt like she had touched a great secret, making her feel clammy. "Alright, its done. Let's see what you got." The noble magus said. The violet parchment floated back to the large table, a weird mist covering its contents. He snapped his finger and a weird ball of light appeared. It slowly dropped into the violet mist, eliciting a magical reaction. "Show me the lass' aptitude," whispered the old magus as he eyed the parchment. The mysterious purple mist enshrouding the parchment slowly receded, revealing some mythical shining runes. A few letters suddenly appeared.

“I take it as a sign of trust. He did teach me a lot of offensive Black Magic as well as a variety of spatial magic. If I recall, Platinum specialises in Elemental and Arcane Magic.” “Yes, she has created all sorts of Supreme Class magic with her knowledge. You should also pick up some close combat skills from your man here. The biggest weakness of a mage is close combat after all. I know.” “My grandma can teach you.” Matthew said. Rose was surprised to hear that. “Your grandma?”

The title read : -The History That Has Been Obliterated- Mages are often considered to be wizards who have shifted to practise dark magic. They are considered evil, pawns of the devil. They are feared and looked down upon. Their names are not taken, they are people who can control the elements of nature. They wield powers which a normal wizard cannot. Yes, we are wizards but earlier, a Mage was looked upon with reverence and given equal respect like any other Supernatural creature.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.