Versatile Mage Anime Novels & Stories

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

"Stop! You’ve already completed the mark! Killing your own Luna is a high crime! The Alpha Council will execute you!" But Domine isn't listening. He’s lost all reason. His wolf has taken over. He just wants to rip Ella apart and make her pay for everything. "I don't care!" Domine roars. "She deserves to die!" Four warriors rush in and struggle to pull him off. The Head Elder finally uses a calming spell. Domine freezes, his hand lets go, and Ella falls to the floor, coughing violently with bruises already forming on her neck. Domine drops to his knees as the spell suppresses his wolf. He clutches his head, howling like a wounded animal. His wolf is screaming inside him: You lost our true mat

Beta Chancy growls at his men, as he struggles to regain his footing, blood and gore rolling down his shoulders as he moves his head, his eyes white and blind as the spell reanimates him and struggles to keep itself going within the aura of my new form, which seems to feed not only off the natural energy of the world around us, but from every device and stored spell within the room–including those that make him work. “KILL THEM ALL!” Chancy growls, not seeing that his men are scattering, most of them dead and dying at the hands of the gammas that were only a moment ago prone beneath their blades. “KILL THEM…” With a sickening pop, his screams stop and he falls to the ground again, this time

Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

Gram wasn’t exactly sure Velex’s angle but he’d do it anyway. “Take me to this mage.” Velex snapped, his eyes nearly neon. If the wolves were growing in strength again then he needed to move faster. He’d use his army to push up the foothills and the wolves would be forced to respond. They would have to come down and leave an opening for a couple individuals to get through. He’d drag the mage up there by his neck if he had too. The only true strong hold left was the keep with Aries and his people and they kept pushing Velex back. So he needed the one creature that would guarantee a victory for him.

“It’s the story of a young mage, brilliant, but naive. She wasn’t master of one element, but of all four, and still, she wanted more. So she set out to master the spirit. The Grand Sorcerer is a representation of it, but one cannot simply command spirit. It is the very essence of being. The mage was determined, however. She came across a king who fell madly in love with her. This love, she felt, was the way to harness the final piece of her power, and so she feigned to love him back. And at the moment when he was most vulnerable, as he vowed himself to her for all eternity, she reached her magic into him and tried to take the power of his spirit into her. But it was more difficult than she t

“The story exists. My grandmother used to tell it to me when I was a kid, before she died. No one else knew it aside from my brother and me, so I just assumed she made it up to scare us.” “What was the story about?” I asked, leaning back in my chair. Damian’s expression shifted, the amusement fading into something more thoughtful. “A long time ago,” he began, “there was a powerful being who used magic and lived alongside werewolves. They were called mages.” I raised a brow but didn’t interrupt. “Werewolves and mages were enemies,” he continued. “Unlike us, they were weak at night but stronger during the day. And they had the ability to summon the undead.”

Even if the old knight managed to get back up from the capital, there was no telling how high the death toll would be. According to Lorren, the chance of a goblin magician having more than one elemental affinity was rare. Unlike shamans, who were well-versed in debuff casting, magicians were capable of terrain reforming and manipulating nature with which they had an affinity. Using this ability, they could assist their allies or cripple their enemies. Both abilities were equally terrifying as there was little non-magicians could do against a magician. The Shady Merchant offered Zen an expensive deal demanding player credits in exchange for a low magic-resistant armour. The armour was not onl