Sonic Magician Novels & Stories

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

He whispered into his ear but to Alexander, it was as if someone was speaking into his mind. "Alexander, rise up and stand like the great man that you are," Nomar whispered, his voice booming in Alexander's mind. Alexander was not his charge so he could interfere in his affairs. He had used one of his magic abilities to send his voice into Alexander's mind. He was only doing it to help Beatrice because he knew that if Alexander was strong, he would make Beatrice strong too.

"You are most definitely a monster. And that has nothing to do with what you look like." Agent couldn't really be here. He wasn't that powerful. He couldn't use auric magick, could he? He always had to use toms to get anything like that done. Unless he had a tom who could transport him into the healing sphere which Hades had said Jinx made for them while Doll was dreaming.

The Heart of Magic. Jergintarth's eyes widened, and his body trembled with rage. "Who are you? Give back the boy's heart!" snapped Jergintarth angrily. “My name is Lycus, the great sorcerer. I am the most powerful magician among humans. With The Heart of Magic in my hand, my magic power is not only the strongest among humans but also the strongest on Magica,” he said with an arrogant grin. “To hell with your ambition! For your selfish interests, our kind is destroyed! Give back the boy dragon's heart!” snapped Jergintarth in a thunderous voice.

“The only person I know who could do that is…” Rex’s face flashed in my mind, and my chest tightened. “Who are you? Really?” Lucian tilted his head, the smirk returning. “Oh, sorry for not doing proper introductions,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “I’m Lucian, former leader of the Eighth Tribe.” He said it with pride, his chest straightening slightly. “I’m a Magyc , Aqua and Terra, to be exact. Though I can tap into other cores if I focus.”

"No, no, no", Vandeer began shrieking and in front of my eyes, I saw her begin to rapidly age. Her skin wrinkled and her hair turned white before falling from her scalp. "Ahh!", She shrieked once more and black smoke poured from her mouth and shot out in my direction. The power of gods responded quickly and more of the blinding white fire spewed from my mouth. Black met white in the air and a Sonic boom sounded over the island as the two magical forces clashed. That blinding light flowing from the gods through me and against the necromancer was blinding hot. Even my vision blurred as this force left my mouth. It got hotter and stronger.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

"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.

With a heavy heart, he squeezed John's hand back, silently conveying his support and love. Magnus stood at the centre of the stage, his hands raised, weaving the intricate threads of magic. The air crackled with energy as he channelled the combined strength of Zion and John, drawing upon their essence to fuel the spell. With each incantation, an ethereal glow shimmered in the air, forming a protective shield around the gathered pack members.

Even Professor Alberts took seven to eight years before he advanced to an advance magus and his teacher had praised his speed back then. What if the time to achieve that was shortened to two years? Throughout the entire era there was probably only the super genius Professor Sonny who could achieve that result. “We can confirm. Furthermore, according to those students, Jace did not chant when he cast Blizzard.” “He did not chant?” Professor Alberts’s eyes nearly popped out. There was only one possibility if the magic did not require chanting, and that was the magus’s level had exceeded the grade of the magic. Blizzard was high-grade magic, and for one to cast it without chanting, then that co