Powerful Mage Novels & Stories

“This is not a mage like me that we follow. This is something else...” Her brow furrowed and she had a pained expression. “I can feel him already. And he is powerful...” “You’re the most powerful mage in existence.” Detry scoffed at her words. She squeezed his knee in her desperation to convey her urgency. “My Liege. Please listen! He is not human.” “I know that.” Detry spat down at her. “You think me a fool?” “No, Liege.” She shook her head. Tossing her hair. She grew somber. “But you must tell me what he is.”

Murong Cheng nodded slightly and reached out to grab a few peanuts from Mu Zi's bowl, "It's true that he's not considered a proper mage, he's the mage's boss." "Really powerful, so powerful ......," Mu Zi saw this kind of metaphysical person for the first time, surprised and full of admiration. Murong Cheng chewing peanuts, chewing, chewing out a sour flavor, he frowned, his index finger flicked, the peanuts in his hand hit Mu Zi right in the forehead - Thud. "Ah ...... it hurts!" Mu Zi covered her head. "It hurts just right." Murong Cheng lectures her, "Brother helped you so many times, don't see you praise a word, invite a mage over and keep chanting about powerful, heartless little thing.

But her heart was pounding thinking there was possibility to be mage but soul ocean was the main reason to be a mage. A person could only be called mage when he would be able to activate his soul power. Magic was the power which a soul contained. But of course they don’t have soul protector. In the whole destroy of magic and mage; there was no any record which could describe her present condition. “Of course, you are my boss. So, my contractor also has to be equally powerful as me. I have so-called pride too you know.” Oggil replied. His nose suddenly became so long that Alexis couldn’t help but to shake he heard helplessly.

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

It even felt like she never got shot in the first place. All this time, Mariana was with a mage, and she wasn't even aware. She knew Ignis was strong, too since healing spells are hard to pull off based on what she'd read from her books. He must be a water mage, too — she knew no such earth or wind healing spell existed, but a water spell that could heal wounds; she hadn't heard of that. Mariana knew only that water mages could heal only poison and sickness. This only meant that Ignis was a genius, since not just anyone could create an original spell. This rocked Mariana to the core.

The mage radiated confidence when he spoke about being a mage; it's another term for powerful spellcasters and they are levels. "I didn't know you are as fast as vampires," "We are far better and stronger than vampires, " He had an arrogant smile on his lips. It suited him. "Remind me your name again?" I squinted my eyes. "I didn't tell you," "Well, what's your name," "My name is unimportant," He dismissed with a wave of his hand.

The crown hummed a lullaby in Romanian, Welsh, German, Japanese, and cabbage-scented love. Celeste Valentina Morua—14-year-old white-blonde Blood Wizard, Level 1, Crown equipped

“A man could well lose his part to her gentle touch!” “Then what have you planned?” Jaecar’s black brows lifted in interest. “I intend to play as unfairly as she.” “How’s that?” “A spell an old friend gave me.” “The mage Commander when he trained you.” “Nay.” Magus shook his head. “We rarely saw him. The one that truly trains is his Second in Command, Hawk. He was my mentor.” “And what spell did he give you?” Magus beamed. “One to melt a woman who’s toyed with you too long. One he wrote for a particular little mage that had been teasing him below the breeches.”

An enchanter would be deathly afraid of facing off against a combat mage because by the time he raised his hand he would not have known how he'd died. Whenever combat mages reinforce their bodies with mana, it gives them the strength to lift tons and agility enough to move faster than the speed of sound. Combat mages have strong physical bodies because they train their body to handle the stress of Mana reinforcement. As a result, they can take extensive amounts of damage without getting injured in the slightest. They can also wave their hands and make rainfall and seas dry up and even outperform some enchanters or Alchemists.

before walking towards the bed Rex was in. “The potion we made has improved his strength quite a bit, there is something I cannot understand though, his body is barely damaged, unlike yourself and the Bohl, but his internals have suffered great damage, almost like it was pushed beyond its limits. I checked his meridian and it is intact which also does not make sense, usually I see this type of injury in mages who have pushed beyond their capabilities in battle, but his meridian does not match the size a magic user would have at his age.” The physician spoke, giving her diagnosis to Markus when he came over, “also, I am quite skilled in medical evaluation skill, but I cannot see any other of