Versatile Mage Novels & Stories

****** Name - Lienne Paris Age - 14 Race - Human Magic energy type - Mana energy Magic type - Elemental (fire) Mana renewal - 10 / per minute Strength - 150 HP - 110 Agility - 400 Intelligence - 50 Perception - 79 Skills - Phoenix flames ( level - 3 ) : allows the user to increase their agility, forms fire on the user's hand, can be used to attack opponents. Amaterasu's grand flames ( level - 10 ) : allows the user to cover their body with flames. Can shoot fire balls with this technique. ****** Vis was not even a slightly surprised, he anticipated this already. As well as, he had his own plans, he spoke up inside his mind , " The sin of pride, I call thou to serve me ! " Magixtio was laughi

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

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,

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

He smooths down the fabric, and my skin prickles with the familiar wave of his magic. Mages are rare in Tansy Beach—across the whole world, really. Vedran is the only one I have ever met. His mother and mine crossed paths when we were first newborns, and Mother insisted Vedran come to the castle. The healer had already told her I was the only child she was likely to have, and Father had already begun worrying about the line of succession. A mage like Vedran, specializing in glamours as he now does, would be a miracle in terms of making sure I looked like the sort of Alpha Tansy Beach needed. In exchange, he was educated as well as I was, and if I ever stop needing him, he’ll have his pick of

The berserker demon is a black charred mass and the mage is on the floor, howling in pain. “Heh, I overestimated”, I say as I walk towards the mage curled up in a ball, nursing his wound. I’ll ask you again, answer and I’ll let you go with at least one limb. Who sent you?” He turns around and tries a last ditch effort to attack. “Blood Demon Magic: Death’s Grasp” . A black mist covers both of us. “ I’m taking you with me, mage!”. I sigh, and snap my fingers, “Sowilo” A miniature star the size of a soccer ball forms , burning the mist away, and the mage too. The dimension starts fading away, as I walk to go buy what I wanted before.

But why did she got betrayed? After a second of not knowing what to think, I can’t seem to get why Senior Janice. “22th of Month of Dormancy (February).HAHAAHAHA it was funny! How could the church and magic tower hide this fact though? I mean it would greatly benefit them. I have discovered that to increase into a much more higher realm than a highest-teir rank for mages is the Archmage. They were three options, first is to master and be one with the nature, you are nature and the nature is you type. I’m not very keen of this one but it was kinda helpful ascending me into an high-tier mage.

Yarsi snorted. Inside, as if in mockery, there was a homely cozy room with a floor covered with a fluffy carpet. Along the walls were soft sofas and magic lamps on high legs were burning. But not everyone could enter here. Radolyub removed defensive spells and let the companions go forward, except for Yarsi and Tirena, the Vistolet followed inside. The archmage nodded questioningly at the girl. - She is very capable, she wants to become a battle mage and the test has already passed in the field, - the werewolf grinned. – It only gets lost sometimes, but it will pass. With time. Didn't change your mind?

"It’s not as cool as you think, Raven. At least, not in my case." I straightened up, my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?" "I am a mage without active magic," she explained, her voice flat. "I only have it innately. I cannot create power from within myself. I need the assistance of charms and relics already infused with magic from sacred mountains to do even the simplest tasks." I blinked owlishly at her, wondering what kind of new mess this was. "I don't understand." "Just as there are wolves who cannot shift into beasts, there are mages who cannot wield magic independently," she said, beginning to walk again. "We are called siphoners. We can hold magic, and we can direct it, but we cann

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.