Sage Magician Novels & Stories

“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.

Currently, he was a level 25 magician or having a 25% breakthrough on his limiter. Not only the magician becomes stronger whenever they breakthrough. Their lifespan also would increase. And their aging becomes slower. There were even some rumors that a magician who leveled up beyond level 50 would be having a reverse aging. Where their visage would start to look younger and younger, the change in appearance would stop when you achieve your prime appearances. Mostly at the age when you're at 18 - 30 years old. But this was just an unproven rumor since no one had been reported yet that there was someone who achieved such a level of above 50.

she sneered, doing her hand the same way she has spelled Rug. “ No Lisa! I cannot allow you kill, Grey!” Sage appeared from no where confronting Lisa. Sage was a witch so it was possible to disappeared to this place. “ You promise not to touch Grey, now what are you doing? Are you breaking your promise to me now?” Sage stood in front of Lisa, face to face. “ Sage, what are you doing here?” Lisa sounded surprised. “ Are you going to tell me what to do now? You fool, you couldn’t kill Rug! If you killed him why is he here?” looks, Sage and Lisa were creating a fuss between them.

Sil said with her mouth full of cookie bits. “Yes.” “So, this place is magical?” I asked trying to piece things together. “Don’t be silly. It’s just glamour. A trick to human eyes.” “Please, by all means, call us humans even if you’re not one of us.” I told her sarcastically. “People then. If you prefer it that way.” She said catching on my sarcasm. Sill tried to hide her smile but I saw it. “Daylight, I don’t know you but seeing that my brother has I’m guessing he met you in one of his hysterical dreams.” She stood. Daylight looked at her.

“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.”

It's infecting us all like a fire. "Have you summoned Sage?" I insist. "She's here. Been working day and night, but..." Vera's voice trails off, and I see the hopelessness on her face. A new voice cuts across the air, old and heavy with an accent that speaks of ancient magic. "There's nothing I can do for the symptoms." I look around to see Sage standing in the doorway, her age-worn body clad in layers of dark robes that smell of herbs and smoke. "What do you mean there's nothing you can do?" I rise, my voice rising with strained panic. "You're our witch. You need to help us."

Even if you don't want it yourself and I don't want it either, why don't you think about Little Candy? Little Candy hasn't eaten a high-level demonic beast for so long. It is so hungry that its face is yellow and its skin is thin!" Caspian shook his head and said, "These two half-step ancestors may have been ordered by the other ancestors, but they carried the magic weapon refined by the Great Sage with them. Great Sage is an existence comparable to Real Immortal Realm. The magical power he controls is definitely not something that we can imagine now. The banshee was much more cunning than the other Demonic Beasts, and the magical power she displayed when she escaped was very rare.

* *Same as usual then. The development log Sage keeps on both children is twelve pages long now and growing. Haven's abilities cluster around three areas. The shield magic is the strongest, the most controlled, the one she reaches for instinctively when she feels threatened or when someone she loves is in proximity to something she doesn't trust. It began as a reflex response at eighteen months and has become, over the last two years, something she can deploy deliberately and hold with increasing endurance.

She knew that she could find her way out if she kept moving and that was exactly what she planned to do. Maika closed her eyes and spread her palms out wide. She concentrated as much as she could, channeling the heat from her chest through her veins and up to her palms. "The only magic you can do here is the one that I permit," Sage informed her. "All your efforts to light a fire are commendable but in vain." Maika ignored the voice of her mother and she tried again, concentrating harder. This time, a spark grew into a flame on her palms and steadily, the fire increased.

I asked. I knew all these things Circe was saying was true. The only way I was ever going to defeat a magician was if I was faster. But I knew that against many witches and wizards, I was going to lose badly. “His body,” Circe replied. I smiled. I knew that Saturn’s body was a potent potion for Circe and her witch sisters. “First it is Sage’s blood and now you want to keep the body of our sworn enemy.” I spoke. “I know what I want Dominic,” Circe replied. “You have not mentioned what you wanted.”