Versatile Mage Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Scraped knees, magic rashes, spider bites—you name it, this book fixed it. I opened the book, flipping until I found the page—“Verdant Mending.” I swallowed hard, knelt beside Dominic again, and lifted my hand above his wound. The ring on my finger thrummed with energy, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own. “Alright,” I whispered, steadying my breath. “You better not die on me, Dominic Bloodhound.” I closed my eyes and drew in the magic from the air. It tingled on my skin, rushed into my blood, and swirled at my fingertips. I let it build until my palm started to glow, golden flecks flickering from my skin like sparks of starlight.

Finally, he steps aside, gesturing for me to enter. The room is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of enchanted flames. The air is thick with the scent of burning herbs and old magic, a cloying mix that makes my head spin. I collapse onto the stone floor, my body trembling uncontrollably as the mage begins his work. He chants in a language I don’t understand, his hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The pain doesn’t subside; it intensifies, waves of agony crashing over me until I’m gasping for breath.

Chapter 148 The main hall of the sorcerers' mansion was vast and silent. Runes floated in the air, shimmering like small suns trapped in threads of smoke. The bluish flames danced in the torches, casting shadows that writhed on the walls. Maya walked among them with a heavy heart—each step echoing like a weight on her soul. The sorcerers followed her, in formation. None of them dared to overtake her. To them, she was no longer a woman, nor a wolf, nor a hybrid—she was the Queen of Origins, the goddess who had awakened to command balance and end the cycle of war.

The circle flared beneath her, violet and silver colliding, then settling into a steady pulse. “She won’t escape this,” she said. Her smile was thin, sharp. “She won’t have the chance.” I lifted the crystal. Its glow bled across my knuckles, eager, hungry. The mages stood ready, cloaked and silent. Chloe’s eyes gleamed in the torchlight. The whole chamber seemed to lean toward me, waiting. I closed my fist around the crystal and whispered, “Come.” The stone flared white-hot, searing against my palm, and the tether unfurled like a thread cast across the void.

The book was somehow thick. Naomi's eyes were glued into a specific word in the cover. Mage? Just like how there are records about the night market in the first five books, there are also records about mages as well. Being a mage is a noble occupation, much more noble than merchants. In order to become a mage, one should have a lot of resources like herbs. The farther one goes towards the step of becoming a mage, the higher the resources they need. It was extremely costly that some people who have decided to walk the path of becoming a mage, especially those from common families, decided to give up due to the lack of resources.

"Our body is the vessel, our mind is the commandment, and our soul is the bearer of mana. The mind perceive emotions, the body reacts, and the soul manifest through magic." "For instance, you, the first attribute of magic you awakened is water, and you frequently use its cold solid form than its liquid form." Aria refered to her magic. "And what does that imply?" Mayari urged her to continue. "It indicates your apathetic personality and cold demeanor towards the world." "I see." Mayari abruptly stop in her tracks when she saw two guards approaching. One of them is someone that she recognize. She didn't know him, he was just someone she have been studying for a while because of an important r

Lagerthas' touch is sensational with what emotions it can trigger within our core, and it should be forbidden. “You fear that you will not find the cure in time. That you will fail Miya and Mahji?” She sighs, removing her hand from my chest. Exhaling harshly, “yes. I have already failed my bonetta once, and I know I will do it again. I may be the Alpha King, but underneath the thick layers of my skin, there is an apprehensive and vulnerable male.” I grumble, hating that when I am in the presence of an Oracle, I can not lie to save myself.

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

He has always shown a frail and stupid appearance to deceive his foes and so that nobody could prevent his plan from succeeding. Without a word, Lila showed us the result of her drawing. I couldn’t repress my discomfort that I was swept back behind the mirror. The first thing that a mage learns is to keep focus so that the spell wouldn’t break down, but I made a beginner’s mistake. As I looked back, the difference in the sphere’s colour bothered me, it was a perfect dark purple, but right now it turned into a completely black, plunging me into a darkness that I didn’t expect.

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”