Skeleton Mage Novels & Stories

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

[Name: Skeletor] [Level: 5 (124 XP left to Lv 6)] [Race: Lesser abyssal skeleton] [Role]: None [Abyssal force (Health + mana): 130] [Attack:10] [Defense: 10] [Dextery: 15] [Agility: 5] [Intelligence: 1] [Abilities]: (^) - Soul devour (Lv 1) [Affinities]: - Chaos magic "Nice stats, but i should think a better name next time, sorry little boy." The skeleton looked upwards as if it were trying to find the origin of the voice, then he gave up and started to poke a purple crystal with its bony hands. "Huh, that explains the low intelligence stat," David chuckled and resumed his fiddling.

Miss Penny gestured to Skye and asked her to introduce herself. "My name is Skye, Skye Milano. I am a 17 year old Taurus and witch. I love dancing and baking." At the end of her introduction, Skye was ushered to a seat behind Olive and Jessie. Olive, on the other hand, was ordered to show the new girl around the school. The minute Skye sat down, Jessie felt a cold chill run down her spine. She felt like she was a rabbit being watched by a predator that could gobble her up at any moment.

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”

Paige then explained to her, "I'm going to find out soon, my mother told me that on my 16th birthday, she would give me the magic herb called Soul’s revelation, I still have a month to wait but I can't stop thinking about it. Let me explain to you, this magic herb allows you to find out if you have a particular energy reserve, once swallowed you do a first test to find out if you are a mage, a warrior or a simple human. And if you realize that you have a energy reserve then you have to do a second test to know if you are a mage or a warrior. This second test will allow you to know your potential if you are a mage, and if you are a warrior then your potential are already unlimited, it is up t

"The First Anvil was created by the first people who learned to shape living magic." ​"And?" ​"They discovered that magic could remember." ​"Remember what?" Lyra demanded, her grip tightening on the silver key. ​"Everything." The smith pointed a gaunt finger toward the chained beast. "Pain. Names. Bloodlines. Commands." ​"And hunger," the creature supplied, its smile stretching uncomfortably wide across its scarred face. ​The smith gave a slow, grim nod. "They made him." ​Revulsion warring with dread, Lyra stared at the entity beneath the throne. "He was an experiment?"

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.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

The Spell {Decaying Flesh} is a Level 4 Spell, a spell that an Advance Magician can use, but it was a speciality of a Magician that dwells in a Dark Magic mostly. And Just like it’s name, {Decaying Flesh} does what it meant to do literally, as the Knight were still immobile, hold up in the air, their flesh started to rotted, decayed and looks like and ice cream melted from the heat, that is what it looks like in a mere seconds, All the knight that were clad in Armor just simply melt to die, their rotten flesh falls to the floor and became ashes in a mere instant. By the time the bind were gone, what fell on the floor were nothing but a clanking empty armor and just piles of white bones. “[Th