The Magicians Audiobook Novels & Stories

He answered before going back to the main battle taking place on the field. Magnus struggled against the power of the Tri mates as they attempted to send his body up into the void. And with a small sense of victory he realized that they weren't strong enough to transport him by teleportation, he laughed in glee at the sound of the witches' voices as they drew closer to the end of their spell. Once they were done the void would close, and the witches' magic would be completely depleted. Then chaos would reign and he would destroy them all!

Several more magicians came out, they took away all the weapons lying on the ground and which were on the captives and, together with the insensible bodies, dragged them into the basement. “Let's leave this plush wolf cub to ourselves,” the dark figure says in a completely different voice, nasty and low. And then she answers herself in a terrible voice, from which the heart stops. No, we don't need him. - the figure enters the house, waving his hand towards Berhes. The magician nods and begins to weave a purple wrecking ball spell. - Fucking magicians - only Berges has time to think before he shatters into bloody parts. Deathly silence reigned over the forest.

A voice, dripping with malice, slithered from their lips. "Ah, Amelia, Alpha of the Moonfire Pack. It seems you have taken it upon yourself to uncover the truth. How commendable," the Shadow Magus hissed with a chilling delight. "But I'm afraid your journey ends here." Amelia's pack tensed, ready to defend their leader, but a wave of dark energy emanated from the figure, rendering them immobile. Fear gripped their hearts as the Shadow Magus advanced, their steps hauntingly slow. "You see, Amelia, power craves chaos. And for the world to truly succumb to darkness, for the balance to be shattered, it requires the most potent of forces," the Shadow Magus continued, circling Amelia like a predat

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

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.

“ I haven't heard from them. I'm just as clueless as you're. They couldn't take you along because you passed out, remember?“ A silent aura hung over their heads. “Meagan, I'm afraid we might need to suspend this conversation. “ Bernie pleaded as she turned to the entrance and left. Meagan could tell Bernie was lying but couldn't place why. She locked the door as soon as Bernie stepped out and continued her journey into the book, sitting comfortably on her laps. The stories of the rulers of this mysterious place watered her interest, as she wondered how such book managed to get to her grandma. There was a distant clang of metals shortly after Bernie left. Meagan was consumed by the details in

Maybe being the talk of the academy had a tiny good side after all. Even if the bad side overshadowed it, having someone openly declare their support felt genuinely nice.She walked to her next class with a small, happy smile. The smile vanished when she returned home after her final lecture and dropped onto the bed to begin reading one of the books Adrian had left her. The title was simply Mages. Her curiosity was certainly piqued—she was desperate to learn everything about her genus. She couldn’t get past the first ten pages, though. It was a dense history of the first mages, the ancient political blah-blah-blah, and before long, her eyelids were fighting a losing battle.

The room purred. The next room was clearly for literature. Bookshelves lined the walls—well, what was left of them. Some had collapsed completely. Most of the books were moldy or dust. I summoned a scroll of pure raw magic, unfurled it across the nearest shelf, and pressed my palm flat. Golden light streamed from my skin and sank into the wood. Preservation, restoration, clarity. I didn’t rush it. Books reformed—spines repairing, pages un-crumbling. Audrey stepped up and murmured titles aloud, letting her memory call them into existence. They shimmered into being, each one glowing before falling gently into place on the nearest shelf.

“I suffer the burdens of my duty as do you, as does the boy. But a wild thing cannot be tamed or trained to our whims. Sometimes I think it better if he had stayed.” “Only severed.” “ . . . only severed. But the answers still lie at the origin.” The Magister’s smile was not forgiving. “The boy agrees with you.” “But the ban prevents that.” “Are you two old men through?” Maggie asked from the door. “Humph,” was the Magister’s retort. Poe gave a tender smile. “You go manage the horde, Magister. I will toil with Poe,” she said stepping The Magister looked from one child to the other, and, fleetingly, a gentle smile parsed his lips. Now he was comfortable.

Headmaster instructed. Without any complaint, Earth followed the instructions and once it was done he looked at the headmaster and waited for the next step. “Do you see the hole in the middle of this door? Insert your hand while holding your pouch” the headmaster continues. Just like before, Earth followed obediently. After he inserted his hand inside the hole, the pouch magically disappeared in his hand as he no longer felt the soft fabric. Instead, he felt something wrapped in his wrist. He tried to pull out his hand but to no avail. The next thing that happened was that he felt a pull and came needles puncturing his arms. It felt like dozens of ants biting him. He felt uncomfortable as he