Powerful Mage Novels & Stories

Typical wolf. Nathan Nathan watched Rita walk away, his wolf stirring restlessly beneath his skin. She was better. Not fully recovered, but stronger. The pallor in her cheeks had warmed; her steps carried more certainty than they had in days. But that wasn't what made his pulse jump. There was something new in her magic now—a resonance that hadn't been there before. It wasn't just her own power anymore. Something—or someone—else's energy wove through it, amplifying the natural current of her magic into something richer, deeper.

Gwydion mumbled while still eating his salad. Caspian gritted his teeth. "Do not let me come meet you, Gwydion." Gwydion's smile faltered but then he forced a smile and looked at Caspian. "I really don't know. Whoever this mage is, she has an ancient dark magic that is very familiar to yours." Caspian's face darkened. "What do you mean by that?" "It means I'm powerless against her. She is so strong that I am only able to detect her when she is close to me." Replied Gwydion.

The literal color of her soul. But, she wasn’t always like this. Growing up we were extremely close. We were the best of friends, but when I started to grow into my powers she began to despise me. That’s when she noticed the difference in our hair color. My hair was silver, almost shiny white, and hers black. She began to dabble in the dark arts and began praying to the dark lord, and he blessed her with his magic. It wasn’t as strong as the Moon Goddess’s gift to me but she was still powerful. Her magic feeds on people, on their life force, and when I found out how she was getting stronger, I called her out on it.

Megara shook her head and completely turned towards him, her back facing Agnes and her right side facing Evenor and Master Shin. "Stop lying." Megara gritted her teeth in anger and the man shook his head. "Check my memory." He said and then a man stepped forward. The same man who was a lion among foxes. He walked past Megara and towards the beaten-up blonde man. He was famous for his magic, he had the same magic that Marco's disciple had but a lot more powerful.

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

No! It was then that my eyes landed in front of me. Standing there on trembling legs was Tor. I could see he was fighting with all of his strength to resist my magic. But at Damion's command, I was compelled to listen and I gripped my fists tighter and brought my magic down onto Tor's strong shoulders. I watched in anguish as my mate, a proud and powerful warrior who bowed to no one, dropped to his knees. Tor looked at me with his pleading silver eyes. "My Luna, please come back to me."

His thoughts turned to Mordred, his father and he wondered whimsically if he could replicate his original magic. After all, he had admired and envied him for his domain. It was only natural he thought about it at the moment. Mordred would lay out a domain in which he controlled everything that happened within it. Some called it reality manipulation, but the Grand Mage personally preferred referring to this power as simple architecture. The world made by this Magic was his to build. He could create anything within it, and he could just as well destroy. It was a power that made him invincible—worthy enough to be labeled as the strongest Grand Mage of the Kingdom.

Alone I held immense power. “It's not that it hurts as much as I am fighting really hard right now to cage the beast. IF you know anything of my kind it is that we have a dark beast within us and when they feel threatened they come out. Right now he is raging and he will not tolerate this for much longer. NOW DROP THE FUCKING SPELL.” He said and I could swear I was watching the man grow right before . Raising my hands up into a slow circle I settle them in a prayer pose with my eyes shut. “In Magia in te,

He waited for me to make a larger attack and took the opportunity during that. How could I not have expected that? My mental state was probably hindering my performance. Or I may have underestimated this guy. “I don't know what you did to me, but I know that it hurt like hell. My body is cracking with every move I make. You indeed earned your title as one of the most powerful Hunters.” “You know me?” I asked him as I got back on my feet. “I do. A warrior mage who uses a sword and is capable of Advanced Magic. One of the Five Colours, the top Hunters in the world currently.”

His tone was laced with malicious mockery. His gaze hardened before his lips twisted into a sadistic grin, “But I don’t blame them”, he stood up from his chair and walked up to Tristan. Sitting on his haunches, he grinned, “The wards and barriers I put up are too powerful for anyone to break. That’s the power of a mage”. His gaze turned malicious, “Not even Elias can help her now. I am and will always be the greatest mage on this planet”. His jaw clenched. Elias wouldn’t be able to reach them here, anyway. That pathetic no-good omega had ruined everything. He had to up his game.