Skeleton Mage Novels & Stories

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

Dark spirits to be specific. Kudlak could hardly move a step because with a step, a spirit would attack. He tried it again constructing icicles around him but all efforts stopped before the mage as he halted them telekinetically before shattering them into dust. In retaliation, the mage lashed forward causing the wind to whisper to his movement. He stopped before Kudlak but the kresnik finally dictated his speed, he froze his radius to an infinite level everything halted including the wind itself. The mage was affected by this but before Kudlak could do more, ghouls squirmed around him shredding his skin endless but forcing him to stop his attack. Done and self-reliant, the mage bounced out

"As expected, you look delicious." I closed my eyes. My heart was pounding harder and harder. His skin felt hot, so hot, and his warm breath fanned across my neck. I gasped when he licked my neck. "Mmm...so fucking good." He growled, running his fingers down to my back. He slid his hand down and down until it reached my panties. Without warning, he slipped his hand inside it. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. "It's called a magic hand," Luther whispered and nibbled my earlobe. "Let's see, how long would you be able to stand like this."

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Those pale, clouded accents weren't stones. They were bone. The vanguards watched in paralyzed revulsion as the projections slowed, showing the gruesome methodology of a High Councilor. They saw the spectral children shrieking in excruciating pain as Vane, with the steady hands of a jeweler, harvested their magic and their very skeletons while their hearts were still beating.

With the ghost-like creature gone, the empty corpse dropped like a rock in a pond, taking me with it. In seconds the body shriveled, the skin, muscle, and soft tissue disintegrated, leaving only the man's bones. Shuddering, I untangled myself. The dry bones clacked together like a musical instrument. "Creepy," I whispered, standing up and brushing off my pants. I'd been studying supernatural creatures and magic and more my whole life. That was what the Seven Magics Academy was for. But this? I glanced over the direction the demura had gone.

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

It was a struggle to channel the immense power of the stone, but Magnus’s resolve was unwavering. “Rum og tid, afslør din hemmelighed,” he continued, his voice echoing through the hallowed space. “Vis mig, hvad der er blevet skjult, afslør sandheden, og lad mig se.” As he completed the incantation, the very fabric of reality seemed to ripple and warp around him. Time itself became a fluid concept, and Magnus felt himself drawn into a swirling vortex of visions and glimpses of the future. Images flashed before his eyes—Constantine, resplendent as the new Supreme Sorcerer, addressing the coven with promises of change and unity. But beneath the surface, there was darkness, a malevolent force th

The scythe landed right next to my left ear as the angry skeleton started to flesh out. “You who have limitless power- You will give it all to me!” The deep voice roared. Once the man was restored to his original state, he looked down at me with light less black eyes. “I am the King's Reaper and no one touches my bones and lives to tell the tale.” Before I could think to act, he pulled me off the ground and threw me into the closest tree. I've read about him- He was the Death Mage before me. “Wait! I have Death Magic too!” I groaned getting to my feet shakily.