The Awakening Of A Magus Novels & Stories

Every page of The Eye of Abernathy flipped through my mind, each spell searing itself on my bones. With each spell, the power within me grew until I felt ten feet tall and covered in magical armor. Sera gasped and covered her mouth. "You're glowing." I closed my eyes, holding back a scream. The burning consumed me until I thought I would explode. Then it was gone. A ragged breath left me as my eyes opened and I saw smoke. I studied my fingers. They looked the same, but I felt wholly different. And I knew what I needed to do to stop Lawson and save Heather.

He drags a blade from his cloak, sharp, glowing with bad magic, and steps toward the altar’s edge, where shadows swirl thicker. “Jude!” I yell, voice raw, yanking harder, chains cutting deep, blood pooling under me. The runes glow brighter, pulling at me, the curse roaring like a beast. A vision hits—the burning tree again, the woman’s voice louder: Awaken now. My hands burn, light sparking under my skin, weak but real. “You’re done, Calix,” I gasp, voice breaking, feeling something new, something strong waking up.

The Supreme Magus went back over by the dark monolith and explained, “Most of my magic has been siphoned by this Cronus monolith to activate its latent attributes. You see, my followers, I am not the person who will save our kind and ensure our existence in history.” “If not you, then who, Supreme Magus?” Alicia and Tiffaun were eager to know the answer. Taking a deep breath while coming back over to where the witches were, the Supreme Magus conveyed, “The children of the cult’s original bloodline.” “You don’t mean those troublesome spawns of Vaud, that traitorous wizard who did every inhuman act he could think of to craft Immortalis?” Tiffaun and Alicia glanced at each other in tacit unders

Because he gave nothing away. "The choice is yours, minimus." He then handed me a small glass vile filled with a thick red liquid. "Drink this before the guards come to take you. Before sun rise. Do you understand?" I could not respond; I was so unsure. Could I trust this strange who was clearly not human. Could I just take the vile and ignore everything he hadn't said? He'd given me no real answers at all. Not to why he was here or why he couldn't use this power himself. Why he'd chosen me as the method to vent his anger on the town. "Do you understand Scarlet? Answer me!" He demanded, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me towards him. He smelled of earth and cold and strangely enough, the

He didn’t expect that he would feel the same warmth that he used to feel before. Their carriage stopped at the bureau of magic registry and they both entered the lobby. A woman who seemed to be in her early thirties guided her towards a private room with an awakening crystal in the middle. “The process of awakening is very simple. Mages could only start using their mana after their awakening and they could only identify their affinity after the process,” the woman explained. “Are there any special cases wherein someone could use their mana even without the use of an awakening crystal?” “Yes. But people like that are very rare. Aside from the imperial family who didn’t need a crystal and unde

It was not arrogance though. Thanks to his connection to the organization, what was once a secret hideout had now turned into a legalized orphanage for 'special' magicians. Mutated magicians. Poor children who awakened through torturous science. Actually, the awakening always took place after the new child arrived, not before.

My erratic heartbeat took on a frantic rhythm as I unfolded the paper and read the words scrawled on it. ‘Keith, I am sorry for leaving without meeting you, Keith. But you had gone to interrogate Justin, and I didn’t know when you would return. I am going to meet the Grand Magus of Oleander’s Coven. Hopefully, she will agree to heal Kramen using magic. Grand Magus is different from Oleander. She has a deep prejudice against werewolves. So, I don’t know how long it will take me to convince her. However, I promise I will come back as soon as possible.

Beneath a crimson sky, three colossal pyramids rose from the desert, their tips burning with a black flame. At the center of a ritual circle stood a man cloaked in scarlet and gold — the Magus whose name the stars refused to remember. Around him, hundreds knelt in terror as he raised a blade carved from obsidian and bone. With one stroke, he opened his own palm and let the blood drip into a basin carved with wolf sigils and the eyes of witches. His voice thundered across the sands. “From spirit and night, I summon thee!” The blood hissed, turning into a vortex of smoke and shadow. From its heart, something began to take form — tall, lean, carved from the dark itself.

It was part of what made him the kind of Alpha worth following. "The awakening ritual," I said, pulling back to meet his gaze directly. "What does it involve?" "I don't know the specifics, but Magnus mentioned blood magic and intentional breaking of the suppression curse." Lucien's voice carried worry and determination in equal measure. "Aria, are you absolutely certain this is what you want to do?" Through the window, I could see the first Covenant forces emerging from the tree line, moving up the mountain paths with disciplined efficiency. Soon they'd be at the walls, and then inside the stronghold, hunting for me among the people who'd offered me sanctuary.

"The ambient energy... they’re draining the moonlight right out of the room!" From the shadows of the collapsing ceiling descended a figure taller than the rest, clad in robes etched with the ancient glyphs of the Outer Threshold. The Grand Magus of the Cult of the Void smiled beneath his cowl, his voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once. "The bloodlines of the mortals are so fragile," the Magus whispered, a sound that made the remaining glass vibrate. "You have fought well, children of the fallen king. But your spark belongs to the Deep. Yield, and your deaths will be quick."