Talent Swallowing Magician Novels & Stories

110 A physical flash and burn shocked Zander to the core with its all-encompassing depth and strength and power as he hissed in exasperation at the view across from him. They were in the theatre where the Mad Magician's magic show was flaring in full swing. All the werewolves including himself were astonished observing the crowd that had gathered to see his show. Oh no, it was not because he was showing anything extraordinary as for now, but because of the slogan he had used in the advertisement regarding shape-shifting demonstration which was going to happen toward the end of the show, as a show stopping magic demonstration.

“Do as you please,” Jalon was the only one left in the room. He took out his phone and continued photographing himself. /................................................................................/ Rhaizen Gale leapt towards the lorth magician, his hand closely missing the mage's head. He screeched across the dry land as he landed on the opposite side. “Void of Emptiness!” chanted the lorth magician as he ripped out another page.

"I recall a troll named Roland, but I don't remember meeting you." "How strange. It happened. A siren had me under her spell and commanded me to kidnap you and bring you to her. But as soon as I reached the castle, the spell wore off. You told me, and I quote, 'I'm created from the seven magics. I can do anything, know anything, and become anything.'" I leaned back, shocked that he sounded so sure of a memory I didn't have, especially since it involved me. "I said that?"

I could think of no other explanation for his little trick than to ask if he was the castle clown. “You might say I…. entertain,” he replied with a sickly, sweet tone that made my skin crawl. He made a sweeping gesture with his arm as he bent low before me. “I am Gondofini, the castle magician, and I am at your service.” “Magician?” I said with feigned surprise. “We have need of magic here?” “At times,” he replied, coyly, while he continued to watch me carefully. “Does the castle entertain that much?” I continued with my ruse.

Suddenly, it isn’t so bad to go and fulfill this assignment if I can truly help Gideon Swan. And I don’t know it, but by the middle of this ramblings in my thought, I fell asleep, and I am now holding this man who is as old as my Dad by the elbows while we laughed about some mistake in a magick spell that has him make a lump of salt into a dragon, who flew to the mountains of Germany and shapeshifts itself into a sheep.

Unless I manage to kill a demon with a special ability. In this world, every person has an ability called a talent. One can think of it as a sort of magical ability. My brother, Logan Winters, can run really fast. My mother, Emilia Winters, can pass through walls, while my dad, Ducal Winters, can turn his skin into steel. On the other hand, I have the talent of a siphoner - new talent and possibly the most powerful one there is.

“A man could well lose his part to her gentle touch!” “Then what have you planned?” Jaecar’s black brows lifted in interest. “I intend to play as unfairly as she.” “How’s that?” “A spell an old friend gave me.” “The mage Commander when he trained you.” “Nay.” Magus shook his head. “We rarely saw him. The one that truly trains is his Second in Command, Hawk. He was my mentor.” “And what spell did he give you?” Magus beamed. “One to melt a woman who’s toyed with you too long. One he wrote for a particular little mage that had been teasing him below the breeches.”

He sounded awestruck. He thinks I’m talented… “It’s easy to manipulate the magic once you know how to use it.” I replied proudly. “Come on! Let’s go have some fun.” I took his right hand and pulled him through to the pier. I closed the portal behind us. We heard Joanne and Bart start squabbling about which of them could jump the farthest out from the jutting platform. “Want to see something funny?” I asked him with a sneaky smile. He nodded vigorously as we watched them walk out onto the rock form still arguing. I snapped my fingers and it disappeared for fifteen seconds as they fell into the water while we howled with laughter.

I teased. Kael flushed, bumping my arm. “Shut up.” We laughed. The warriors bowed, then stepped back as the fire dimmed, giving way to another spectacle. This time: magicians. A man cloaked in sapphire walked forward, holding nothing but a simple staff. Then the earth rumbled faintly. Pebbles lifted from the ground, orbiting him like moons. He raised one hand and fire spiraled upward, transforming into a flock of glowing birds that scattered, then rained golden feathers over the courtyard.

Too hungry. Killian’s knees still pressed to the cold stone, but the talisman’s burn had faded to nothing. The invisible walls around his magic were gone. His shadows surged at once — a living tide inside him, ready to pour out and choke every light in the room. But that same power… bent toward the First’s pull. Like it recognized the voice. From above, the thudding of boots drew closer — the guild forcing their way down. Harlow’s voice carried, raw and sharp: