The Magus Era Novels & Stories

I felt a surge of pain and I reflexively held on to my forehead. I knew it! I knew the peace we had over the last two months after his disappearance was just too good to be true. It was really too good to be true considering how hell bent Sage was on possessing the band and ruling the entire Magical kingdom. He wasn't going to stop at ruling our kingdom alone. He wanted to be in control of the human world as well. I knew the way we overcame the last time wasn't a real assurance that he won't be back. I really wish this isn't true.

“We would like more, but it is a hard world for mages.” “It is?” That surprised me. I would have thought that mages had the advantage over the rest of mankind, possessing, as they did, magical power. “A lot of people are intolerant of magic in the young, some continents have mage hunters, and then, studying magic can be hazardous in itself,” she stepped out into another hallway, this one empty. “There is a high mortality rate amongst the mage-born.”

The royal family of Magus in Mycrathineia had ruled the empyrean continent over the passing generations. According to legends, the empyrean continent had consisted of one forestry and five countries, each of which got residence of different transcendental species, namely: Fleurdelis, the home of the guardians pertaining to the elves; Troumus, the terrain of the blood reapers, also known as the vampires; Lupus Insignumia, shortly 'Lupus', the domain of the wolves; Mycrathineia, the Kingdom of Magus; And Deludereia, the realm of the wizards.

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."

"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."

"Truth or dare, new girl." She hated me because she was a witch and I was a magi. She practised dark magic and I practised elemental magic, well a version of it. I hadn't mastered any of the elements yet which was why I was a magi. You are promoted to mage only when you master an element and to grand magus when you master them all. There was a school for that, I vaguely remember from when my mother had told me.

You can be too, if you just stay with me until the end and listen very, very carefully. In the year 3012, in the reality of Earth 61235, more commonly called as the Majikku Reality, or simply the Magical World, it was rumored that the Dark-Cored wizards have started attacking again. There has been a century of peace in the realm people have become lenient and relaxed. However, eveeything changed when Light-Cored Wizards and Witches started dying.

“It’s how you say these things with a straight face that’s creepy. I don’t know if you are angry, bored or worried. Which is it?” Kilvic thought about it briefly. It was a logical question. Why had he said it when he hadn’t needed to? Moss had given him a piece of advice, and he’d given one in return. Was it the reference to the magi that had spurred him to speak. Yes, the magi were what mages were called in the older times when they had engaged in combat from a distance. They were mages who had failed once their opponents engaged them in the melee, something very similar to archers. But he also knew he cared nothing for them. They were a part of history; a relic in even the tales.

"Magus?" The fighters who saw Li Wei's action instantly gasped. The existence of a Magus: Firebender was a luxury that could not be enjoyed to see his abilities and attractions all the time. Firebenders were considered rare because this ability was like saying there was only one talent among a million fighters. Only a few experts could be called Magus - the energy controllers of the Nebula. They are the ones who can transform elements into power. From the whispers among fellow fighters, Li Wei's existence with the Fire magic attracted the crowd's attention over time.

Man did not depend on magic but skills. A simple living existence loving each other and managing life the way it's although there were hardships due to war it was good. After the eight-headed dragon and his forces fought and lost and the shock wave radiated magic in the air across the world. The generations and generations after that began to possess magical abilities and before you, knows it 80% of the world population had been born with magical abilities and from that 80% emerged the classes of royalty, nobility, merchant, warriors, peasants, and slaves according to their magical levels. Oregon's descendant was a failure. Oregon created Roland for peace to united all races but his descenda