Void Mage Novels & Stories

Once we are both inside, I press the button to shut the door. Musu takes a deep breath and looks around my private library. She spends a lot of time here, but she clearly doesn't understand why I pulled her in right now. “What is Mavri Magea?” I ask her, trying to remember I have no problem with her. “Uh, Greek. It can be dark magic or black magic,” she nods confidently. “You’re sure?” I ask hesitantly. “Yes, Alpha. One hundred percent,” she confirms. I sigh and rub my hands over my face, “Give me a moment, Musu. I need to have an argument with my wolf.”

With urgency, she leaped out of bed, her heart pounding in sync with the tremors that now rocked the castle. As Maya rushed out of her room, she was met by Mage, her steadfast warrior bodyguard, who appeared at her side with alarming speed. Without hesitation, Mage guided Maya through the trembling corridors, his arm securely around her, leading her away from the crumbling structure. The walls groaned and trembled, as if protesting the violent upheaval that threatened to tear them apart.

"He told me a story about Dragons rescuing princesses and protecting kingdoms. How can you be a Dragon?" Since I can't shift in my office because of my size in dragon form, I thought of a way to demonstrate my mage powers to test her fear. "What if I tell you that I also have mage powers?" She was startled. "What is mage powers?" "A mage in our world is what you call a witch in yours." Her eyes pop out with shock. "Brayden, are you insane?" I ignored her shock. I want to rest her strength. If she can cope with my mage side, she will easily adjust to the dragon part.

The message would send them rushing back, forcing them to converge, strengthening their numbers against the monsters creeping from behind. Two problems solved with one command. From where I stand, the letters begin to etch themselves across the sky. A-I-T— Then the mage doubles over. His body convulses as he coughs up blood, crimson spilling over his chin. His nose and ears begin to bleed, the glow in his eyes shattering. “He’s been attacked!” a woman cries, rushing forward. She’s tall, her long red hair gleaming like fire in the fading light, eyes the same burning shade. Her staff—deep redwood carved with runes—shivers in her grip as she kneels beside him.

I felt my wolf shift inside me as I stared at her, vulnerable on the seat, aware that the mage had begun circling the spotlight, the blue silk of his robe darting in and out of the lights. He had been one of my father’s mages from the main city, an apothecary that was well-feared because he could induce hypnosis, a confessor. “At the sound of my voice, Raya Banks, you are going to feel sleepy,” The Mage started and I cramped down on the urge to whip around and face him.

he asked in quick succession. “Hold on, one thing at a time. You probably can’t move because your body lost so much blood, I had to bind you to keep you still so I could transfuse you with some of mine,” she said showing a thin magical stream of red blood flowing over to a place on himself Rex couldn’t see,” Two, I don’t know exactly where we are. Three, I have a feeling we may be somewhere unfamiliar to me inside of the spirit realm, which means magic is given to mages called ‘sho’cendi’ which is granted from a familiar you must find and bond with, that could explain your lack of use with magic, and about Fafnir being gone, I don’t know.” “How long until you’re done?”

Rex asked, he was eager to be rid of this restriction. “It can be removed, with little effort to someone trained in weave magic, the spell was designed to allow a user to cast many spells, sharing the load between ones mana pool and physical strength, in essence drawing fuel from your mana pool and your own energy reserves at the same time. It was ingenious for battle mages, if you trained strength and extended your own mana pool, you would be a force to be reckoned with, it has been modified in a way that the spell draws strength from you to continue feeding it, in essence, if you lived for 100 years, the spell would never die out. I can give you instructions to relay to Duncan, the sage wh

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. “ I knew she would accept us,” Drago’s elegant mother moved toward Madchen with such a grace, it seemed she floated off the ground. Ariana grasped both Madchen’s hands in a gesture of acceptance. “Welcome to our family, Madchen,” Drago’s mother’s eyes shined like diamonds as she looked Madchen over. “This one here,” she smiled, “Is special. I sense she is full of magic, in her own right,” Madchen arched a brow, doubt written all over her delicate features.

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.