Romans & histoires Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

I nodded. "I understand." I said to her and I left the same way I came. Observer's POV This got more interesting than I thought. I never suspected Kate, the Spears housekeeper, to be a ruler of the night. The young girl definitely looked extremely innocent to be suspected. This new information gave me a chilly feeling about the mole we have in our midst that works for Sage. Anyway, a lot has been on both at the Magical world and the human world. The war has truly began. It only needed time to escalate and something else to fuel it. Something both worlds do not have in their possession at the moment - the magical band.

Hidden System function has been triggered! [The Host may sacrifice all his vitality to awaken the consciousness of the Female Protagonist, Sophia Cartwright, allowing her spirit to return to her body!] “Sacrifice my vitality? What does that mean?” [After sacrificing all your vitality, the Female Protagonist’s consciousness will be forcibly reactivated, and her body will be fully restored by the power of the System. However, the Host will lose all vitality, your soul will be destroyed, and you’ll be erased from existence in this world.]

Magic Decentralized The World Tree provides low-level ambient energy to everyone, preventing "Alpha-Hoarding." The Witches Passive The Moon-Witches manage the Great Library. They are grumpy, but they have not broken the Blood-Oath. The Void Dormant No sightings of the Gulgatha or necro-magic since the "Thaw." Marek sat in the sun-drenched balcony of the library, finishing the final lines of the Chronicle of the Silver Alpha. His hand, now spotted with age, moved across the parchment with a steady rhythm. "He didn't die," Marek whispered to the empty room, looking out at the sprawling green city below. "Energy cannot be destroyed; it can only be changed. He didn't just save the world; he beca

Their hands are still glowing faintly with magic, but their exhaustion is evident in their trembling stances. Arlo lets out a low growl that ripples through the air, signaling to the pack to attack. We bound forward in unison, claws tearing into the forest floor. A desperate mage raises her hands, managing to unleash a fiery orb, but the pack members easily evade it. The flames singe the fur of the wolf closest to her, but it doesn’t stop his momentum; he tackles her to the ground, claws raking her chest as open before her scream fades into silence. Another mage is chanting furiously, attempting to conjure a spectral wall, but I’m already on him. I’m too quick for his pathetic attempts at de

“Our ruling council lost their Mage representative because he bungled handling a cursed journal. Now he’s getting the mage version of medical help for it. I know the mage that is taking over his duties until he gets better. He also the leading authority on life/death magic. It’s also called blood magic, and just so you know, its practice in any form or under any name is outlawed. So, if we find that these assholes are still active, we need to back off and call in the mage exterminators.” “Exterminators? I’ll see if I can get Hal to copy the photos as soon as you have service.” “Experts trained on taking down this type of criminal. They are the mage version of an enforcer. I have no protectio

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

Sometimes guys were weird. "Sorry." He shrugged his shoulders, trying to release some tension. "But wouldn't you love to find out who would win? A while ago I fought a Vaktare, and she nearly kicked my ass." "Really." Vaktare were like werecats and Locanis were werewolves. We studied them at the Seven Magics Academy. "It might be fun," I hedged. He laughed. "It's a thing Troy and I do. But, never mind, you're obviously distracted."

“This war isn’t won by swords and fangs, we need a plan. The people need resources. We have to guide them out of their fear and resentment into peace. Strong arming them won’t do anything but bring more bloodshed.” “We’ve killed hundreds of vampires,” Adolph said. Eden scoffed, “Vampires have killed *thousands* of werewolves in war and for sport.” Adolph wanted to argue and Eden sighed. “You, werewolves in general, are at a disadvantage.” “That’s not true.” “You can’t wield magic!” Eden cried, “Encounter a vampiric mage who means to do you harm and you’d be dead within a few moments.” “What the hell is a vampiric mage?”

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

I knew for a fact that every mage was stronger than me. I saw that almost the majority of them could control fire or water. I turned my gaze to the other part of the arena where some were practising controlling the air, letting snow swirl up and controlling the tempo. After the fire fiasco, everyone was probably more or less trying to restrain their powers. Manifesting a small amount, enough that will allow them to practise. A member of the clan, a roguish-looking man, came and placed a bowl of water wordlessly, then left before I could utter my gratitude.