Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy Wiki Novels & Stories

She’d suspected as much. They toured the great library that held all manner of valuable scrolls, almanacs, and texts that examined magical theory as well as artifacts behind spelled barriers to protect them. They toured, too, the armory Abelard was so proud of despite the admission that mages were no longer trained in physical combat for a few decades now. After that, the conservatory, the common hall where everyone ate, and various other places. There were more that the Magisien wanted to show them, but apparently to Kai’s undying relief, someone eventually came springing up the way to the mage, wheezing and hacking. “There’s been an accident in the living quarters,” the young man said. “We

Although magic wasn't that widespread throughout the continent and only those born with innate talent are about to use it, the ordinary people are able to learn something here and there. Hedia Magic Academy was famous around the continent for producing top-notch magicians, and only those who are gifted enough are accepted there. However, with recommendations, the rich nobles— having lack in aptitude can attend— in order to learn a thing or two. This was allowed for the academy needed funds to be maintained as well. Learning magic was expensive too. The another reason Hedia Magic Academy was this sought after was due to the safety provided, and barely any accidents occured in the history whil

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

The knight who had bowed spoke, low and curt, “I am Tristan, the master of the guard.” He didn’t seem much older than she was, maybe in his twenties, but his eyes looked aged in battle. “We have heard a lot about you. I look forward to seeing your skills for myself. However, that is not what brought us here,” Tristan's colored gaze bore into her. “The Magicae Book has gone missing, and whoever took it was trained with skills taught here at the academy. We have reason to believe it is here. The librarian has said that the thieves were young, from what she could tell.” “I thought she knew it all. I’m surprised she didn’t hand you the names.”

And in Utah, at Storm Academy, Celeste Valentina Morau—born 2011, ancient wizard bloodline finally awakened in fire and storm—had already signed off on the boy who wrote he had nothing to lose. Because sometimes the ones who expected death were the only ones strong enough to carry new life. Or so the legends went. Nico didn’t know any of that. He just knew the bell would ring soon. And when it did, he’d walk back to the dorm with Kai still chattering, Jax smirking, Theo watching quietly. He’d lie on his bunk and stare at the ceiling. And wait for whatever came next. Because that was all he’d ever done. Wait.

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?!

“And it is more powerful than dark magic?” Seraphina nodded at Achilles, “It is the most powerful form of magic, those that could wield it were known as mage’s, not Alchemist’s as Dhampirs are referred as. Mage’s displayed natural, raw and untaught magic abilities from a very young age, beyond our natural aptitude for elemental magic.” Achilles nodded slowly as he tried to understand the new information. “How do you even know Spirit Seraphina? I thought all of the scrolls and grimoires had been lost?” Helga frowned.

“That does not sound like a problem.” ​A faint, almost unreadable smile touched his expression. “Value attracts attention,” he said. “From those who want to protect it. And from those who want to own it.” ​A chill moved through me despite the fading warmth of the day. “The Academy?” I asked. ​“The Academy trains mages,” Kaelen said. “But the Crown decides what they become.” The implication settled heavily between us. ​“So if they discover what I am…” I began.

TWO DAYS passed and Alesteria's name is still creating a huge buzz in the academy. In a manner of a day, what happened in the training ground was spread far and wide within the academy as other departments also heard about it. In the academy, there is three department in total. The first one is the Magic department, where nobles and commoners alike who have innate mana in them belong to this department. There is a lot of nobles than the commoners, but nonetheless, they are enrolled in this department if they show the slightest amount of mana.