Weakness To Magic Oblivion Novels & Stories

I struggled to pull out of the binding. "It won't work. He bonded you with magic. It closes off every strength and power you have. No matter how powerful you are, you won't be able to escape it," one of the sorcerers in front of me explained. He was right. My strength was declining. Each attempt at struggling wore out my stamina faster.

“Obviously, they do not trust our words.” Jace still managed to maintain a perfect smile, but there were already tiny scars on his gorgeous face. As a magus, he was the weakest of the bunch, as he had no access to his magic, so their opponents paid more attention to him. If he did not have quick reflexes, he would have suffered even more injuries. “They wanted to force us to use our signal crystals to confirm that we have been eliminated.”

This will make everything worse. "Our magic is weakening," the older woman said, her voice heavy with years of accumulated sorrow. "Each generation grows less powerful than the last. My grandmother could call lightning from clear skies. My mother could heal mortal wounds with a touch. I can barely manage a protection charm that lasts the night. And our children..." She gestured to the young man. "They're weaker still." Augustine nodded, having expected this. "Exactly. Which is why we need help. External help. Power we can borrow to buy us time. Time to figure out how to reverse the decay. Time to rebuild our strength. Time to survive."

The obelisk loomed before Nicola, ancient runes pulsing like a heartbeat in the sickly, crimson light. The closer she came, the heavier the air grew, like the nexus itself was trying to repel her. Marla's teachings whispered in her memory: Magic is as much about willpower as it is about knowledge. Stand firm, and it will yield. Nicola gritted her teeth, raising the shard. The artifact vibrated in her hand, responding to the obelisk's energy. The runes flickered, their light intensifying, as if the nexus were alive - and watching her.

Since he created the fireballs with his own mana, his attack is weaker than before and Yuvera easily blocked every one of his magic without breaking a sweat. “Do you seriously think that you would defeat me with such weak magic?” the Goddess mockingly asked. Rows of large glaciers emerged once more on the ground, and stride towards Evan like a moving mountain. He unleashed a surge of flames towards the blocks of frost but the ice is so cold that his fire magic couldn’t even melt the surface of the glaciers. Without any other way to save himself, Evan tried his best to dodge it all, using the force of the wind to swiftly move away, pushing his body to its very extent causing his wounds to reo

Before I could react, a pair of hands yanked me to the ground, knocking the air from my lungs. I fought, thrashing and striking, but they were too strong. They had prepared for me. Magic pulsed in the air, but instead of my own, it was a suppression—anti-magic, a cage built into invisible chains that wrapped around me. My powers fizzled, sputtered, and died before they could even respond. I could feel the familiar warmth and strength draining from me, leaving my body heavy, my limbs useless.

Levi glanced at her, then looked away. “These past few days, I guess you’ve been obedient.” Arista smirked. “Well, where else can I go now?” He looked at the dried fish she had laid out on the ground and asked, “Are you hungry?” Arista shook her head. “Just playing around.” She observed Levi from top to bottom. “Are you feeling better now?” “I’m still in pain, but it’s under control. My magic has also weakened,” he said with a bitter smile. “Despite being so formidable, these spells are now at their limits. If they persist, the most powerful sorcerer will surely rebel.”

Winter Yes,” I said, voice cold, controlled, shaking with fury. “All of it. Every drop of your power. Every hybrid’s strength, siphoned. Do you feel it? Your magic weakening?” He snarled, hands sparking with dark energy. “You think you can stop me? You’re a child playing with fire you barely understand!” “I understand perfectly,” I snapped, stepping closer. My magic was feeding off his every spell, every unnatural act, every bit of cruelty. The hybrids fell one by one, their strength leaking, their bodies weakening, claws falling limp.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

He asked, "Your name." I paused for a moment, then immediately brought my legs together and let my arms hang straight at my sides. I raised my head and straightened my back before in a loud, clear voice, "My name is Rebecca Lane! My strengths are that I'm hardworking and can handle hardship! No matter what role it is, I'm confident I can do it well! Please give me a chance, director!" The corner of Theodore's mouth twitched. But what had happened earlier involved certain family secrets, and he could not let anyone leak them.