Sphen And Magic Novels & Stories

he clenched his fist, “might not survive.” As the mumbles rose, Marx saw Shea looking over at Daniel. They were none too pleased. "By now you would have heard that Sven has been messing around with magic," he paused. "I have no magic. None of us do. He has the numbers, we don't. They have the skills, only a handful of you do. We are out-manned, outmatched, and out of our depth with this."

With the ancient text spread out before her, Seraphina began the delicate process of casting a spell, one that would grant her a fleeting glimpse of what lay ahead. As she whispered the Hebrew phrases, her voice infused with magic, the room seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly aura. Seraphina's eyes, usually a deep shade of brown, began to glint with a silvery light as the spell took hold. It was a risky endeavor, for peering into the future often came with a price. It was a realm where uncertainty danced with possibilities, and not all visions were clear or welcome.

Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus. For a moment the twin flames were in contact then the red flame moved to the young man's body at the same time Cyrus' soul moved to Phoebe's body along with the blue flame. The girl's orange colored hair has now turned into black. "Phoebe!!" shouted the old magician and immediately separated Phoebe's body from Cyrus. He mourns the loss of her only child, Phoebe. "Why did you do that!" he said while crying and hugging the girl's lifeless body.

The coffee in my hand was long forgotten when Zeke tapped the page, right where the word ‘Conjuration’ sat in bold, blood-red letters. “There are only seven types of magic, though. That’s all Cordelia and Rowena said existed.” I shook my head in denial, but the words were printed right in front of my face. Zeke bit down on his lower lip, his expression morphing into what I liked to call his ‘thinking face.’

Mr Mage said as he took the book in his hands walking towards the gate of the cell Serena was locked in, "I finally found the right spell, we can now begin Hybrid". Mr Mage had already found the spell he was looking for and he was standing right in front of her ready to recite it. After their encounter with Talia, Serena made sure she was protected against most spells especially mind control, she never wanted to be under anyone's mercy, but she had never tried out her counterspell before today so there is a 50% chance he might be able to control Serena's mind and there is also a 50% chance that his spell doesn't work.

Magic Circuits had been unlocked. [Your spiritual awakening's limit has been removed. Unlimited amount of absorbed energy can now be combusted to full capacity] [The system has detected multiple arrays of recorded ancient magic and rune enchantment on your database, would you like to administer a quick analysis?] "Confirm" [10,000 combinations had been verified, Your ultimate skill had been revived] "Finally…." I said, as I feel my strength finally coming back to its former state. "Now I could finally use High Grade Magic like I used to…."

For a moment, as I watch him tame the gigantic werewolf, all seems right with the world. I then regain the ability to think. "I asked you a question." The beautiful man meets my eyes, smiling charmingly. "I've already told you, my name is Samael, and I'm a teacher." Sighing, I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but what species are you? I've never seen any dragon-shifter use magic like yours." "Oh, is that, right?" Samael smirks. "I take it you've met plenty of dragon-shifters then?"

I was the changeling, I thought, dazed, as his words began to make sense. A siren changeling. My voice had magic. A different sort of magic to the sharp, bitter metallic tang of the mages. I possessed the sort of magic that lured ogres to sleep when lullabies were sung, and mages to spill their seed when I cried out in pleasure.

Gosh, after having those thoughts, I can’t look at him in the eye. “Yes, I’ll stick to the ones I have chosen.” He placed the tray back onto the table and I started taking out the seed pouches from my inventory. “...Is that spatial magic?” He asked after a long stare towards a small portal that appeared beside me where I took out the seeds from. His eyes looked strangely sparkling, though. As if he had never seen one before. “Yes, it is spatial magic. It can be opened by people who have learned intermediate level magic or by magic stones by those who didn’t have any Mana affinity in their body.”

Through two great doors at the back of it, however, was a garden that bordered on the forest, used only for rituals and ceremonies of the Royal Magic Advisory. Astasha and Errant finally arrived to find the remaining three sorcerers and the King waiting. There were always a total of five mages in the King's cabinet. Four represented each of the elements, and the fifth was the Grand Sorcerer, the spirit of all combined. Errant looked around at the other three; Cordelia, a tall, blond witch of water, Bryn, a stout sorcerer of earth, and Zephyr, an old and lanky wielder of air. "Ah good! There you are!" Said the King. "Calder is ready and waiting for you all."