Upside-down Magic Series 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

I paused for a moment, bringing my hand to my chin. "Hum... But, not impossible..." I closed my eyes, remembering what I'd learned from Mage the Ascended. "I believe that the person, or people/group, who messes with magic on the other side must not have such great power, or they don't want to dispose of someone of higher status, food shouldn't be a problem. The higher the level of the user, the larger the area and the more powerful their magic will be." I thought again for a few seconds.

“A curse so deadly bestowed upon a pack will see your demise before the key to your livelihood is born.” The jackass city wolf I’m currently dragging across the graveled path by his greasy hair mutters in a robot-like voice. His eyes remain purple, indicating that a more formidable force continues to dominate his thoughts. Being under a witch's spell is comparable to having your wolf's essence torn away, leaving it in a state of confusion, fear, and turmoil. Once freed from the witch's clutches, your wolf spirals into madness, blurring the boundaries of control, and those who overstep will forfeit their position as the leader.

Zadicus cast his ultimate spell. Bringing a circle of blood to the sky holding immense power to dispel any magic power. It released a smoke of intense dark magic moving in circles rapidly. “Hmph.” Katastrofi scoffed, releasing a slash but Zadicus stopped it. Katastrofi didn’t know what Zadicus experienced. He was not inside Zadicus’ mind but his patterns, inside the relic’s seals. He knows nothing about his attacks and spells. “Ungodly Rain.” Blood began to fall from the sky in their area which was in fact fatal acid, melting anything coming in this way.

I suddenly felt like I was spinning. I shook my head against the dizziness. I felt his hands gripping my shoulders and heard the thunk of the apple hitting the ground. *** Everyone seemed to be frozen. Every spinning glance I got of them, they were utterly unmoving. Soon I was twirling in the trees and when I stopped, I was facing only him in the dark grove. Oh, no. “So, let us discuss something.” He guided me to sit down. I stumbled once and managed to land on the log he aimed me toward. I put a palm to my forehead and felt myself sweating and disoriented. “You used magic on me.”

Gwendolyn shrugged and said, “If Evelyn had prepared you, no mentoring would be needed.” They got to the final group and Genevieve said, “This group is different in the sense that they combine two energies together. One helps to balance the other.” The group was putting on black on black but a white symbol of a huge cross was etched in the chest of their clothes. “What energies?” Clara asked. “These are the siphoners and the darklings. The siphoners siphons magic, venom and the likes while the darklings use dark arts. However, the siphoners are there to make sure the dark arts are not corrupting the souls of the darklings. Your mentors will be Ethan Vanderbilt and Layla Hendrix.” Clara nodde

Zander looks at Camille shocked; unsure what to do as Willow moves forward and takes Camille’s head in her hands. “Stragulum scutum mentis et magia, donec mens est libratum iterum,” she mutters repeatedly, Camille screaming as she tries to escape Willow’s grasp, feeling her magic disappear as Alaric drops to the floor almost gracefully. Willow steps back, Camille staring at her. “What did you do? Where did my magic go? You stole my magic!” She screams and lunges forward to grab Willow again, stopped by Zander who moves in front of her as a sort of human shield.

Because they found that everything here seemed to be the opposite! Their perception, their strength, their magical power... Everything about them was the complete opposite. This kind of thing was too strange. "Really? Is it so magical? I don't believe it. Let me give it a try!" "Let me give it a try too!" "I don't believe it!" They didn't believe it and tried one after another, but after trying, they found that it was true! For example, by releasing the flames forward, it ended up appearing behind them. He himself was moving forward, but in the end, he was retreating and using his left hand to attack. In the end, his right hand appeared... even what they saw was reversed.

He gripped her by the arms so that she would turn to look at him. “It means she comes from one of the most powerful black magic enchantresses that ever existed. Brindle may be next in line to rule the side of darkness.” Madison set down on the sofa as it seemed her legs no longer wanted to support her.

‘Now, I entrust you with the conundrums this wretched world conceals. Clara’s heart hammered in her chest despite knowing that this book might hold memories of terrible things. Things which were covered up. Who knew what she might find out? Clara turned it to the next page, eager to know more. Letters started to appear as if someone was writing on it from inside the book. ‘The Ancient Magic was the very first to ever exist, primitively called the One Magic or Lone Magic. It later on gave birth to two equally powerful attributes—the Sun and Moon. These two were halves that, when combined once again, will awaken the said Ancient Magic.