Sufficiently Advanced Magic Novels & Stories

But they ignore the wishes and needs of the individuals and instead of the future leaders caring deeply for one another, they begin to simply coexist and not care at all for their families or in some cases their own people whom they swore to protect. This triggers the loss of their connection to the power given to them by the aspects. Slowly but surely each royal line loses their ability to shapeshift until finally only the Dragon, Tiger and Wolf retain their gift. But soon they too forget the lessons of the past and even the people of the kingdoms lose/forget the ability and are reduced to living once more as simple humans. A sense of unease settles, and the people are left wondering how lo

Daisy hurriedly explained. "You're wasting my time. I think I have to do this." He said and I turned to face him 'cause I didn't understand what he wanted to do. Turning back to look at him, I inhaled some sort of powder and my thinking changed. "Will you follow me now?" Sage asked with a smile. "Yeah, sure." I answered and gasps filled the air. "Sage" Morgan roared. "You know black magic is forbidden in this kingdom. How dare you use it?"

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.

I felt strong enough to lift the world. The second Ancient, a woman with eyes that shimmered like the morning star, moved beside me. "Speed is the death of magic," she whispered. "The witches who serve Morvanna weave their spells with their hands. If you move faster than their thoughts, their shadows cannot touch you. You will be the wind that blows their darkness away." She touched my temples. My vision shifted. The world around me slowed down until I could see the individual flakes of snow frozen in mid-air. I felt light, as if gravity was just a suggestion I chose to ignore.

Bless spoke from across the table. “What Amelie describes matches what we saw at the Well of the Ancestors,” said the fairy. “The weapon we described doesn’t function like a conventional explosion. It functions like a drain. It extracts magic from the surroundings, concentrates it, and uses it to create a collapse point that expands and continues to extract as it grows. The more magic there is in the area, the larger the collapse becomes.” A weapon that feeds on magic, in a world full of magical beings, would grow without any apparent limit.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

It was something her father decided to share, making it look like it was the only way to send secret letters with magic. Depending on the family, the magic they had was different. There was Arcane magic, enchantment magic, summoning magic, holy magic, world magic, demonic magic, and pure magic. While the royal family and the Kristen family used Arcane magic, the Adamantine family used enchantment magic. The church used holy magic, gods used world magic, magical beings used pure magic, and last she heard, the Empire of Illumine specialized in summoning magic and demonic magic.

He shouted after the others and then he was gone. The cold of the ground and the bite of the wind immediately penetrated Oren’s clothing letting him know he was still out in the cold, wounded and vulnerable. He realized his hand was still wrapped around the Spell Node and the magic contained within still oozed out into his palm. He stopped the flow and tried to move. Whether it was the stiffness of the cold or the grievousness of his wounds, he moved very slowly and painfully to a sitting position. His magic had done its job and kept him alive this long, but no amount of magic in Oren’s hands could heal him. He might be able to heal others, but healing oneself takes the very energy you need