Sufficiently Advanced Magic Novels & Stories

That, or a lot of iden magic'. I gulp unconsciously at the thought of raging creatures with snapping black teeth and unquenchable appetites, wondering if I could hold my own against them. I dip my hands in my pocket at the same time and they close around the blue peas I had smuggled away on me. A measure of calm returns and I manage a release of air. At the same time, that fire, the force surges, and I'm reminded of a line I had heard from uncle Earmon. 'Magic is like a muscle…without much use, well it atrophies'. I'm not so sure I want to touch it anymore. Perhaps it's best for it to atrophy. 'How much farther?' Cyran's sharp voice breaks my reverie. 'I have no fucking idea, I don't have a

Ricoz’s head was right next to his decapitated body. Like Ricoz, Michelle and the others finally lost the last bit of magic and blood in their system. With healing spells, a fairly advanced type of magic, not allowed to be used inside the Brivago Spell’s domain, it was only a matter of time before the groans and screams of the elders died out.

The means of transport in the supernatural border are the necromancer's tele magic. Blair thinks it was fun toying with Julian because he doesn't really care about his surroundings, but it is a shame that he didn't notice it as fast as Blair anticipated. "He must be dumb," she said as she lies down Julian body and recited an incantation. Compared to other necromancers, Blair's magic has always been incomparable, tele magic would usually drain out a quarter of a necromancer's mana, but to Blair, not even a bit of her mana has been reduced.

Created by forces beyond the confines of logical reasoning, the orifice is what actually determines if you are a member of the supernatural race or not. From conception, up till the end of adolescence i.e the Awakening, the orifice of life essence remains dormant, allowing them live partially magic-free lives. Partially, because magic can never truly be confined. Thus, all applications of magic that require the use of life essence for casting are beyond their reach, at least until the period of Awakening.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

A mixture of light and flame exploded from my skin, circling Dain before his shadows could come to the rescue. The pull in my stomach was harsher now, strained from the advanced magic I was currently attempting. There were no instructions in the ancient book I first saw this technique in, only a few hand drawn pictures smeared and faded with age. An image formed in my head, to which my magic eagerly jumped to the task, prompting my body to move how it needed.

For Aida, Ladon was the most unsuitable creature to be the first to find the supreme good, with the horrible result of proclaiming himself king and, with his own orders, doing everything that followed then. Now he moves heaven and earth to find the gem again. All this anxiety and longing have made him even more abrupt and nervous. He will not calm down until the gem is found and everything is done as before. Everything like HE would like to be. But Aida was determined not to let this happen again at any cost. In the fifty years since the gem disappeared, she had developed the power of her mind through relentless practice. Shortly after the gem disappeared, she managed to meet the greatest wi

In this world, magic has been divided into two categories. The first one was the magic that used the magical energy of the user including a profound understanding of the magic theory plus a long year of practice and experiment to produce single stable magic for magicians to use. Even if that magic only has a function no different than a cigarette lighter. It still requires great resources and understanding of said magic to not make it unstable and turn into a bomb that might destroy or burn the user's hand.

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…."

I paused for a moment, bringing my hand to my chin. "Hum... But, not impossible..." I closed my eyes, remembering what I'd learned from Mage the Ascended. "I believe that the person, or people/group, who messes with magic on the other side must not have such great power, or they don't want to dispose of someone of higher status, food shouldn't be a problem. The higher the level of the user, the larger the area and the more powerful their magic will be." I thought again for a few seconds.