The Awakening Of A Magus Novels & Stories

“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.”

Simon is shaking his head “You can break it. Trust me! You are going to save him, you will save your Alpha.” Orders can be broken when it comes to protecting an Alpha. Not many people knew it, they always thought they had to listen to everything, but I knew the truth. I had always broken the rules. He disappears out the door as I collect small pots from around the office. Dispersing the purple dust, I watch as the original bottle refills itself. Simon was right but it just sends a shiver down my spine. Fae magic was on another level.

The air shimmered with an unspoken connection, and Magdalene's eyes bore the weight of centuries as she prepared to unveil another layer of the ancient tapestry. "Jette," Magdalene began, her voice carrying the resonance of ancestral echoes, "there are truths that transcend the boundaries of ordinary understanding. Our lineage, intertwined with magic and mysticism, carries with it a unique aspect—one that defines our connection to nature and the forces that shape our existence."

That voice had woken him up. With his bony hands, he supported himself to sit up and saw a small, peeking face beyond the thick metal rods. A child of 3 years old, a small replica of his father, was frowning hard, trying to communicate with him mentally. Realizing he was conscious, Magus shrank away, preparing to flee back upstairs. “Wait. I won’t hurt you,” he rushed out. The boy slowly turned back around. There was a good distance between where Reign was chained and the dungeon door. The guards were away when he searched for their minds, but his father was in the courtyard.

She felt like she had touched a great secret, making her feel clammy. "Alright, its done. Let's see what you got." The noble magus said. The violet parchment floated back to the large table, a weird mist covering its contents. He snapped his finger and a weird ball of light appeared. It slowly dropped into the violet mist, eliciting a magical reaction. "Show me the lass' aptitude," whispered the old magus as he eyed the parchment. The mysterious purple mist enshrouding the parchment slowly receded, revealing some mythical shining runes. A few letters suddenly appeared.

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

Every beat of my heart sent another wave of heat through me. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to stay upright as the light from the bowl spilled over, painting the world in gold and red. The moon above seemed to pulse in rhythm, its glow intensifying until it filled the clearing with blinding brilliance. Somewhere beyond the roar of my own pulse, I heard the magician’s voice again: “Blood to bind. Flesh to change. Spirit to awaken.” I felt something shift deep inside, where thought ended and instinct began. My wolf wasn’t there yet, but something was, a whisper, a shadow of her, pressing close to the surface.

But the traces of the magic pulse… the direction of the surge… the echoes he felt through the earth… there can only be one explanation. He exhaled slowly. “She awakened because of him.” A collective gasp cut through the circle. The words themselves felt poisonous. “No,” Sorin whispered. “You mean—” “Yes,” Arkael said flatly. “Their magics collided. His power touched hers. Her blood reacted.” His jaw tightened. “He triggered the awakening.” Mereth’s staff clattered to the stone floor. “Then the old prophecy—” Arkael cut her off sharply. “We do not speak the prophecy aloud.”

"Fufufu~! Now that the pep talk is finished let's go back to more pressing matters... Your awakening. Sol, give me a summary of what you know about the awakening." Sol slowly stirred his tea with his spoon as he mulled over his thoughts, organizing the information in his head in the most concise way possible, before finally answering. "Humans are the sole race on this world unable to use mana from birth and also the sole race unable to use magic naturally. This situation can only be redeemed once they reach their fifteenth birthday and go through a ritual which is collectively called as the Awakening. From that moment on, they can use mana. But only mana. Not magic."

We have to stop Belaisle. I squeezed the crystal in my hand, the pain of the sharp edges digging in. Pain brought clarity, even as the wakened crystal fed the dark flower beneath me. It continued to gape open, welcoming me. But it wasn't alone. I had them all now, all magicks, access to more than enough. And thanks to the blood staining my skin, I had the final trigger to waken my creation magic. Rage ruling me, all of my magicks begging to be freed, I called on the maji.