Versatile Mage Novels & Stories

Typical wolf. Nathan Nathan watched Rita walk away, his wolf stirring restlessly beneath his skin. She was better. Not fully recovered, but stronger. The pallor in her cheeks had warmed; her steps carried more certainty than they had in days. But that wasn't what made his pulse jump. There was something new in her magic now—a resonance that hadn't been there before. It wasn't just her own power anymore. Something—or someone—else's energy wove through it, amplifying the natural current of her magic into something richer, deeper.

she screamed, denying everything. The sorcerer looked up, revealing yellowed teeth and a cold smile. "Luna Alayna, you really have a poor memory. When you paid me a fortune for the surrogate pregnancy curse, you certainly didn't say that." The room fell into stunned silence. The surrogate pregnancy curse was forbidden magic in the werewolf packs. Anyone caught using it would be exiled for life. Veins bulging on his forehead, Misael kicked the sorcerer violently. "You're lying! I don't know you! Sienna must have paid you to frame us!"

[STATUS WINDOW] - Name: Jake Landon - Race: Human - Class: Junior Caster (E-Tier) - Level: 3 (1.44% EXP) - Life Force: 1/3 {Critical} - Mana Level: 5/15 {Locked} - Combat Ability: 5 {Locked} - Stat Points: 0 - Skills (Exclusive): [Fast Learner] - Skills (Non-Exclusive): [Wind Magic Mastery]. [Fast Casting]. - Alignment: Neutral [Additional Information] A human genius who, despite his young age, shows a lot of promise. He’s going to be a talented Mage in the future. He is poisoned.

to brethe through the anger and pulled away from him but as I escaped his grasp Duke grabbed my other wrist taking advantage of me being distracted and focused on Flint. He had stood up from the table at some point and was behind me. "Let go." I growled trying to pull away again. "My friend asked you a question you filthy rouge." Duke snarled looking down at me. I felt my anger build and my vision began to turn red. "You both know I work here, stop trying to show off for your new friends and let the fuck go of me." The words seemed to hiss from my lips. "Your boy isn't here to save you this time you disrespectful little bitch." Duke stepped closer and suddenly a surge of energy seem to come

And so Olive, Chelsea, and the less talkative Rosie spent the day watching one Disney movie to another. Rosie and Olive were having the time of their lives, Chelsea, however, was still stuck on how her friend had so casually used wordless magic. It wasn't that she was sad or mad her friend could, she was rather worried because witches at her age could not activate their ability to use wordless magic until after their Coming of Age Ceremony. She didn't think Olive even noticed it, meaning that she had been doing so for a long time.

The soldier said while shaking his head. But, Yman's mouth showed a smile instead. In these kinds of attacks, archers were playing an important role, though Mage type magicians have powerful attacks, they don't have an unlimited source of magic. Magic of the high tier needs more stamina to cast. So, Mage type magicians were easily exhausted, and they were not suitable for lengthy battles. Unlike the Archer type magician, they only need to generate a little and low tier magic, which is hardening, to strengthen and harden their arrows. As long as there's more supply of arrows, they were able to support the vanguard for longer.

I find myself sitting up, concentratedly. "The Kard realm is a replica of our realm; witches, warlocks, werewolves, Lycans, fairies, goblins, elves and all sort of creatures. While the witches in our realm, engage more in spells, potions/herbs, tricks and magics, theirs’ entail more in dark arts manipulation and visions.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

It turns out Lilith is faster—she cuts my cheek and draws my blood. "Delicious!" The blonde woman licks her fingers and laughs wickedly, as if high on my blood. Her pupils dilate, and those eyes, darker than black, focus on me yet again. "I'm not good at offensive magic but," she glances down at her now burning hands, smiling. "I can copy other people's magic temporarily by drinking their blood." I gasp but don't have time to say anything. Lilith throws me one fireball after another, and I'm forced to hide behind a tall pillar in the throne room, hoping not to get burned.

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