Versatile Mage Anime Novels & Stories

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

He said as his tiny fist shook from intense hatred. The mage clicked his tongue in annoyance, "This kid had the guts, huh? Let's see where this guts of yours could take you." He said as he grabbed the boy's thin arms. "I said don't come near me!" The moment the boy shouted, a huge amount of mana exploded and surrounded his thin and frail body. He now stood while he glared with hatred at the five mages who were now a hundred steps away from him as they were caught in the explosion of mana. The mage who grabbed the boy's arm screamed as his hand had burnt with golden flames. He tried so hard to use his mana to dispel the flames but unfortunately, it was all for naught. Moreover, he discovered

He has about triple the amount of followers that we have. Just from where I stand, pushed behind Raf, I can see that he has vampires, werewolves, goblins, trolls, dark elves, witches, sirens, wendigos, demons, dark knights, druids and gargoyles. He has truly magical creatures, most with a predilection for being evil. I am not surprised in the least. But I am worried. Very, very worried.

RAVEN'S POV We've arrived in front of the Magisch Academy. We're waiting for a ride, Lia says. Until I noticed something approaching us. When I finally saw what was hurtling at us, my eyes widened. Don't tell me that's Avalor's Amusement Park's automobile. Really? Is that a pegasus? How could I forget that I'm currently in a magical realm? It is possible to achieve anything. One by one, we mounted the pegasus. They were even taken aback by my ability to ride a pegasus. I said that I used to go horseback riding when I was still in the earthly realm. That is, in fact, correct. I ride a horse when I have to assassinate someone in rural places. Yes, you read that correctly. I'm an assassin as we

Mira, you can stand aside and guide us if we cannot do it right. With that, Xen jumped into the action. The silhouette was obviously too powerful for them. It was dragging the three of them along all at once. The silhouette was actually the distorted soul of a dark mage. A shifter mage, to be precise. They escape into our planet Earth from their own world, called Chemora.

One second he's a green man and the next he's a green dragon flying away. The laughter hits hard. It's so bad I have difficulty breathing. Brittlemortis. Oh my goddess the laughter hurts my belly. As an eagle shifter I have few abilities compared to other shifter species. One thing I can do is control pigmentation with my magic and the other is calling up a turd when needed for launching. That's about it. Happily, when dealing with a dragon, controlling pigmentation appears to be enough. Splashing him with turds is a bonus.

“Look at this.” I extended my right hand, folding it as if I was holding some kind of sword. Then I reached into my core brimming with warm energy. My hand flashed with a glitching blue white light, before the light extended from my hand, growing into a long, slightly curved line. It glitched briefly before turning into a katana, white-blue light shrouding the outline. “See,” I said as one tear dropped. “I’m a mage. I didn’t want this for myself. But it isn’t my fault that life chose to bring me through a line of mages.

“Families tend to drag their family members into everything. But it’s not always bad Nori, we also have our happy moments.” He took a deep breath as if he was making amends with himself. “Lana is a mage,” Nori said, he was not looking at me this time, he was looking at the floor, “A powerful mage.” “I heard about mages, but what is it that they really do?” I asked.

“ I wanted to fight back you know, but the mage was a dark magic user and before I knew it, he took out that voodoo doll tying my hands in a way where I could only watch myself die, by jumping in the lake. I mean all I had to do was fight him but I failed.” Levy did not know how the mage got her blood nor did she understand how she was not able to catch him closing on to her from behind. Was she weaker than she thought, if not Then how was it possible that she was not able to detect the presence of a dark mage?

Looking through the glass, a bright smile came upon his face and he pushed the door and entered. He quietly made his way along the sidelines and took a seat in the gallery. He looked out of the field to see a pink-haired girl in a tight bodysuit waving around two 3ft tall rapiers. It was Megan practicing her sword skills with no magic. This was what separated combat mages from practitioners of other magic paths.