The Magicians Audiobook Novels & Stories

"For you to go to my territory. "You are not a monster" I said because I felt it... I have the ability to know if a creature is a monster based on their energy. It only failed with that girl because I couldn't feel any energy coming from her. "That's true because I'm a Mage— a sorcerer," the old man replied, who was pulled back by my soldiers. Because people are more afraid of witches. The mage has the power like a god... but has the heart of a demon. I immediately pointed the blade of my weapon at the old mage "Then it's not our god you worship..." I shouted then quickly attacked but someone blocked my sword... the girl with orange eyes, like a lightning flaming weapon suddenly appeared in

(Grand Magus Soo Kwan Hon) The old Magus were clearly in his happiest moment as he saw the quality of the Video, he even go so far to even teleport right to the front, where the projector screen were and scrutinize everything with excitement. “This is amazing….I never see our Capital like this…it’s mesmerizing…”. (Duke Merrica) “surely only Aeternum can comes up with a new and better things…this video alone has left the Crystal Records miles behind….”. (Princess Angela Seraphim) “(Crystal Recording alone..need a tier 3 Mage to make and hundreds of gold coins to produce…but even that were not at this level of quality…..just how rich is Aeternum to be able to produce something as magical as th

Leikos remained silent in his mind, brooding and pacing. "She was indeed very intelligent," his mother murmured, awe and appreciation nestled in her tone. Elias simply hummed. Then he chanted something, a spell maybe that he must have given to Erica and the pages suddenly glowed gold and then dimmed. Xavier watched the magic with wide eyes before he, too joined them and his jaw slacked open when he saw that there weren't any more symbols or unfamiliar letters. They had been replaced by clear readable pages. He let out a shaky breath as he stared at the page for some time. "Alright, let's begin."

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I nodded, squaring my shoulders. The magic came as called, doing more to wake me up than standing had. It filled me with energy, like caffeine would, only magic created this strange tingle that would spread beneath your skin. I was focused on the first book, a slim leather-bound book the color of blood, when Apollo broke my concentration. “There’s something else I want you to do. Listen to what I’m saying but focus on the task at hand. Got it?”

The high mage shot back at her. “It was overthrown by someone I trusted.” Audrey shot back. An intense moment had been building up as Audrey’s emotions now ignited a spark of possibilities into what she was capable of doing. Her magic, it was spiking. The high mage began to round her bother gaze stood still, barely managing to keep up with his constant motion. “Yet you trust so much in another set to allow them save your home when you know how you feel towards it.” He continued. “I am a mage not a soothsayer but I can spell the inconsistency in your tongue.”

As Nomar said this, he smiled at how his words seemed to jolt Alexander from his reverie. Alexander was startled. He raised his head up from the floor and looked around. This was no play. This person meant his words. He meant for him to rise up like a man. Suddenly, Alexander started to believe that magic still existed. Who else but a magician could speak this loud and clear in his mind that it would boom like this? It had to be magic. He raised his head up further and looked around for the person whose voice had sounded in his mind.

Too slow. And still, he couldn’t let go. Across the nave, the guild gathered in low voices around the ruins of the old choir stalls. Arguments rose and fell like a tide. “We can’t take him back there,” one voice spat. “You saw what happened in the night. The shadows moved through him. He’s already lost.” “He’s not lost,” Maera hissed, clutching her scrolls to her chest like a shield. “The rite is real. I’ve read the records myself. He can be severed.”

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

I needed her. "Ashton didn't deserve this," I muttered to myself, voice barely above a whisper, cracking under the weight of everything we had seen—everything we had survived. "Neither did Maggie." My voice trembled with guilt and empathy as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my thighs. But could it be possible that the book of magic they had stolen from Harmon was the root cause of this problem? Had they stumbled upon some kind of a forbidden spell? Had they not know of the consequences of these spells?