Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy Novels & Stories

My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning. The wards trembled. The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me. My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The door behind me opened with a low groan.

They were like my own family, and I could not allow them to perish when I could be of help. It was then that I, one of the oldest mages, known only as Maureen Caldreth, made a choice. I created Blackcroft not merely to train the next generation to survive, but to give them the strength to rule, to protect their loved ones, and to endure quietly. I built it with the help of five extraordinary beings: a vampire prince, a demon general, a dragon seer, a werewolf healer, and a fallen angel scholar. Each offered a fragment of their energy, and together, we affixed the school across realms to create balance, a sanctuary of magic, strategy, and survival.

'It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's not my fault,' she chanted in her head to herself. Ellie grabbed a tray and filled a plate with bacon, eggs, and oatmeal as she watched the wolves near her in line pile their plates twice as high as hers. She sat down between Sam and Meredith at a round table and put her bag on the ground next to the table. She had Introduction to Magic this morning first thing. Luckily, she was in that class with other magical students who didn't grow up in the pack, just like her. They were students that didn't really fit in with werewolves, but also didn't really fit in with human students. They had just enough magic to be dangerous to humans,

It was more like a brick wall! The group of students was in a dilemma. If God gave them another chance, they would never have preyed on those three animals, even if they were beaten to their death! What kind of freaks were those animals? One was a magus who could cast high-level magical spells without any need for a chant, and he could even rival the dean, Ouyang Huanyu! What about the priest who always used his massive light shield to scare people? Did he know that he was only a student? If he could already conjure such a barrier, what use were the teachers back at the academy?

He inched closer like he was approaching a wild animal. To be frank, maybe I was. It felt like my heart was about to climb out of my chest. “Why am I really here?” “Exactly what I told you. We’re trying to help you and figure out why your mark is different.’ “What’s it to you what happens to me anyway?” “Because if you run wild you could become a danger to humans.” He paused. “You could die if you don’t know how to contain your magic or the change. That’s what the academy is for. It’s to help you manage all of it.”

“If I marry a mage, then I won’t have to become a peddler like my parents.” Kilvic nodded. Peddlers were merchants too. But while those that held the richer part of the trade were the one popularly known by the title, those who’d failed to make it big and barely made enough to take a few weeks off to rest where referred to as peddlers. Amongst the latter, the more popular ones were known to move from place to place. Kilvic gave a casual shrug. “You know entry into the Academy is free, all you need is a recommendation from a certified mage. Or you can simply show up and prove your skill. If you save enough, you’ll probably have enough to survive a semester.”

I could feel the irritation growing again as I watched him. "Partially true. You see, during Malfathicus's reign he did kill off a lot of Magic kind. But he didn't kill everyone. A lot of magic kind went into hiding, blending in with the humans or completely moving entirely to avoid further massacres. There isn't a lot of those who can wield magic left. That includes us." So magic still exists after all? I guess I wasn't entirely surprised, because to wipe out all of magic kind would be impossible. There where very smart beings out there that would adapt and change to avoid extinction. I guess I can relate to that myself, adapting to the environment of the Guild so we weren't murdered.

She was the first supernatural I knew who possessed three magics. Coco stood. "The original seven may be gone, but their magic lives on in us! At the Seven Magics Academy, we will teach you what it means to eat, sleep, and breathe your magic. Whether you have the heart of a fairy or the soul of a dragon. The speed of a vampire or the strength of a troll. The sight of an elf or the ability to transform as the locanis, you belong here, and we are honored to have you with us." The room exploded with cheering and clapping.

They can only do things like make a little fire, fix a broken glass, or something not very substantial. However, in my case I cannot do any of that. I tried many times to do something out of mage paper but I just couldn't. Only ten percent of the population in Eravia can't perform even a simple sorcery out of mage paper—the most basic sorcery that a pure blooded mage can do, and I'm part of it. Fortunately, through years of practice, I've learned how to dance in the water's surface, a dancing trick Mistress Ursula had taught me. Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right?

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?