The Magus Era Novels & Stories

“Time has been strange since Wildbourne.” Aurora turned as Magi entered fully. “You brought it.” Magi nodded and moved to the table, unwrapping the cloth. The stone lay exposed, glowing softly, its surface alive with slow, shifting light. Amara exhaled quietly. “Still choosing.” “Yes,” Magi agreed. “Still waiting.” Aurora studied it closely. “What happens when it chooses?” Magi folded the cloth neatly beside the stone and poured herself a tea. “A golden era,” she said simply. “One that should have come long ago. The Northern Wolves will be united, not fractured by lies or fear.”

Mia sunk into brief thought and said, “A few centuries ago, this universe was going through its most glorious age it has ever seen. Many geniuses were produced during that age. Even in a small world, there would be forces to reckon with. And in that age, the most frightening of them all was the eight sisters of the Callahan family. James listened carefully. He had heard of these before. He knew that the age when Thea was born was the most glorious age of them all. Mia continued and said, “I have a brother who was born in that Age. He’s called Mago Londyn, a genius that one can only encounter every ten thousand years. Within an Epoch after his birth, he already joined the Ancestral God Ranks,

"That's the belief of others but during the time of the Ancient Magic Empire. After the War of Gods, everything went chaotic. They didn't believe in anything aside from the nature of magic. The warlocks, magicians, ancient mages, and witches all have their beliefs. They almost ruled the world with magic, they were cruel to everyone. It must be the darkest era of that time. The bloody purge for power and strength. But a hundred years later, the Ancient Magic Empire fell down from its glorious days. The believers of different churches group together to defeat those cruel warlocks and magicians…” Ahhh… Ancient magic Empire. I have heard of that, I was the worst era for non magic users as they w

“She wasn’t just… a fairy tale?” “No, no, she was very real, darling. She wasn’t so little, though, not after a while. The stories about the woodhunter are false, though. Scarlet didn’t need anyone to save her from the Big Bad Wolf. She was a powerful mage who was able to keep her forest safe and her wolf pack protected despite the evils of the world around her. It wasn’t just the evil mages who wanted to usurp her power and take her lands and forest. At that time, mages and magic were persecuted by the church more than any other time in history. Scarlet had to keep her powers hidden from everyone in the nearby villages, or else, she would’ve had to defend herself against them as well, and w

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches or sorcerers, by their extensive knowledge and mastery of magic. The origins of mages can be traced back to ancient civilizations, where they were revered as powerful figures with the ability to commune with the gods and wield their divine powers. In these early societies, mages were often seen as the intermediaries between the mortal world and the realm of the supernatural. They were believed to possess the wisdom and insight necessary to interpret omens, perform rituals, and cast spells for the benefit of their communities.

Back in the seventeenth century during the Maga War between Duskwick and Dimwharf, witches were perceived as dangerous creatures and living dead. Anyone displaying even the slightest sign of magical possession faced death by fire. Any being, human or otherwise, was considered a hominid or a living soul. Fearing the extinction of their kind would bring benefit to both cities, there was no mercy for witches.

If she was chosen to become the next Holy Maiden, they would go against the Church of Larin–which was a powerhouse that even the Magic Tower did not dare to cross with. "You're right." The Second Prince said, "The Pope must not meet Minerva de Ivrea." In the Larin Continent, four powerhouses exist–the Magic Tower, the Church of Larin, The Swordmasters' Guild, and the faction of the Saint Archmages. The Magic Tower was where the magicians around the continent gathered while the Church of Larin were those who served under the Goddess Larin.

Vibrant green eyes landed on me and Hunter next to me. He smelled human. My eyes narrowed on him. Why is Magus out here secretly meeting with humans? I suddenly wondered if Hunter and I were the ones really betraying the Alpha. “Who is he?” I asked Magus. Magus gave me a sharp look. “An old friend.” “The mentor?” “One of them.” Magus was walking away to meet him. “Who is he?” “Hawk, Second Commander of the Mages.” Magus shouted as he jogged to meet him. Ignoring me. They murmured together in quiet voices. Sending me furtive looks.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.