Supreme Magus Manga Novels & Stories

A question asked by Magus who walks in in the middle so that Xio can see him. "Yes, but I'm trying to have all the abilities, especially eternal life, as you, what do you think about it?" She smirked and played with her hair while chewing her gum. She's basically playing with all of the people there. Ofcourse, she's a little considerate about someone's feelings, or it's safe to say that she'd just inform them what she's capable of doing and what her plans are for them. "I think it's better for you to leave this place before all of us feast on your flesh!" Magus scanned her whole body intently and no doubt, she has beauty and indeed a human, a crazy human.

she said to him as they kept walking. She stood in front of a basket that had crystals in it. "I created you from one of these crystals and from the river." She said to him, smiling. That's why your wolf is different. You're destined to be the Supreme Alpha, but I want you to know that you have to prove that you're worthy of the position. Very soon, chaos will break in the world, your ability to unite and bring peace to the world will determine if you will be the supreme Alpha or even the supreme leader of all supernaturals.

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

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?"

In response, she simply nodded and sat on the ground. "Before we proceed with this, I forgot that I haven't introduced myself, I am Katana… The chief of the tribe." She introduced herself, at last. "Alright, Katana." "My daughter Rella is stuck in the realm and you have to bring her back." She added while fixing the circle with crystals. It was a different perspective from me to observe the magic being used. She closed her eyes and folded her hands before chanting a few words in her native language. I kept looking around as i felt something disturbing the silence in the room and suddenly the circle started to glow and a blue ice like hollow space was opened inside the circle.

She carried a bundle of scrolls, dust thick on the vellum, her hands shaking. “Stop,” she snapped, louder than either of them. “He is still Daryl. And if we want him to remain that way, we need this.” By torchlight, Maera unfurled the brittle parchment across the altar. The ink was faded, but the drawings were clear enough — a great circle, glyphs carved in a spiral, two figures standing within. “It’s a severance rite,” she explained, her voice thin with exhaustion. “An old one. Not meant to destroy the vault, but to break its tether to chosen vessels.” She looked meaningfully at Daryl. “It’s the only way.”

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

Sam asked, rather confused. "Don't worry, just a minute or two." Just then, our lookalikes came running from my home toward the direction we were in. Cool, isn't it. Seeing you standing infront of you. When they reached where we were they transformed back into their original forms, the three eyed creatures. Just like that, they vanished. "Cool, transmogrification!" Exclaimed Sam. "What can't you people do?" I asked Maya but she never responded, she just vanished in the thin air.

Heliotrope purple blood flowed from the clean cut in her hand, she then flipped her hand and let the dark liquid trickle down the blooming crimson flower in the King's chest and the dagger that is plunged in its flesh. Upon contact, a burst of energy with the hues of red and purple shot up to the high ceiling like a beacon. Followed by a gust of wind that knocked a couple of knights off their feet. "I will show you all the extent of magic along with my knowledge and power!" Lucas proclaimed with hystirecal laughter. "We are not the only ones living, their realms beyond your wildest imagination and with their help I shall rule every known Kingdom!" Mayari could hear the silent whispering of a