Romans & histoires Planet Magick

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

“You are Margaret Daciana Dark Storm, the daughter of an Alpha who could never control her powers. For years everyone thought you were a disgrace to the Dark Storm pack for not having powers. Wasn’t that why your father married you off to Lance Lycrox? A Beta from a small but strong pack? But look at you now, I have given you more powers than all the men of Lycrox and Dark Storm combined. You are now the carrier of the crystal wolf, I ask you, Margaret, would you have accomplished that by yourself?” “I – I would have found a way.” Phoenix laughed. “What way? You are nothing but a weakling…” “I had the strength of the Ptakallis behind me!” Phoenix laughed even harder. “Ptakallis? The same one

It was just like the woods in Eclipse pack filled with nothing but trees. "You'll be able to do this once you've opened the book." Was the only response she gave. "Looking up ahead." She instructed and I did just that. Just a short distance before us, was the exact same copy of the book in Miguel's room. "Is that….?" I gasped. "It is exactly what you think it is, Lila. That is the book of Mageia, a sacred heritage of our kind." She spoke proudly, staring admirably at the book floating in the air.

"You are yet to deal with the threat you have brought upon yourself and now, you are pulling another! Why don't I go ahead then, and make your head roll on the ground? This is because you have said it and I believe you. Don't worry Ammon, I will not do that, I still, need you alive. The Alpha did nothing but gruntled in pain. Now, Magaritha was wearing a white Cloak. Her hair was very long, I haven't seen any hair like that before. Her long fingernails were painted with a red cortex. They serve to remind me that she was the all-powerful leader of the Witches. Her eyes can not be described but, one thing I will never forget was the fact, that they shone with evil and wickedness. In her hand w

“The mage refused to give up though. She dug her magic into the darkest depths of the earth, pulling energy from places which light had never touched, and it corrupted her soul. But the power was great, and she ripped the spirit from the King, forsaking him to walk the world as an empty shell. Finally, she was master of all energy. It was too great, however, and she didn’t know that at the time she bore the King’s child. The magic consumed the unborn babe, devouring it in darkness, and leaving the mage scarred and tattered inside, banished to a half life, not dead, yet not truly living. And so she remained, as it says, until she vanished from the world entirely.” A chill ran up Astasha’s spi

Fionna questioned while my mind still stayed on the legend. “Maybe, but I am not sure. The barrier that the mage wolf created was strong. It won’t activate itself if someone goes near the location without any knowledge of the Pearl but if someone tries to apply their magic or power, then it defends and protects.” Elder Felix sighed. “I don’t know when the next mage wolf will grace this planet and if it does in this era, I am not sure if they will be able to help or how long it will take them to reach their full potential,” she added, shaking her head.

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

“Oren made a deep humph sound and reined his horse to move toward a boulder lodged in between two trees. “This way.” “What was that noise you made for?” “We are right over what is known as a perpetual Earth Node, a place of magical power that is stationary. Most Earth Nodes are mobile, moving with the natural processes of the Earth, but there are some like this one that remains fixed.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” She said, “it’s all nonsense to me.”

Vanishing into oblivion like a sudden burst of light, the next card follows with the image of the powerful man with the might of his wand. “The Magician.” Holding the card that relay’s its meaning, she smiles and continues. “Trusted by everyone and hold the power to heal, he or she is in control of her life or so it may seem. A bridge between the worlds, yet the bait for anyone who seeks to have a deal in return. Take it or leave, would you rather be the card?” Followed by the next as the chain and pattern depict the seven prominent cards that represent the seven cores, yet probably not, she calls.

And after Delldora met Alphinus, a werewolf painter in 1890, he got to know it all. No human can become immortal or become a demon suddenly unless they are like that from birth. And the only ones capable of "turning" humans into demons are pure magicians. Unlike the magicians from among humans, pure magicians could not be grouped into any creature. They look like human, but not human. They were as strong as a demon, but they weren't demon either. And according to Alpinus, every pure magician have snowdrop marks on their bodies. There are only 5 pure magicians on this earth. They spread all over the world. And just like that, whether Delldora was unlucky, somehow he met one of them and got a