Weakness To Magic Oblivion Novels & Stories

I wasn't born weak. Even if I was, say, Morgana was born a little bit powerful and stronger than I was, I still had the ounce of strength and power in me that I never took charge of. That was the result of being told you're a compliment to your twin sister. I weakened my powers myself. I weakened myself from the onset and that made me the most vulnerable. I'd never have been a victim of obsession if I had stood up to Sage back then. "You're not in love with me, Sage." I told him softly. Tears trickled down my face due to the pain I felt in my heart and my whoel body, most especially my neck. "This is obsession. You're obsessed with me." I stated the obvious truth.

Even if the old knight managed to get back up from the capital, there was no telling how high the death toll would be. According to Lorren, the chance of a goblin magician having more than one elemental affinity was rare. Unlike shamans, who were well-versed in debuff casting, magicians were capable of terrain reforming and manipulating nature with which they had an affinity. Using this ability, they could assist their allies or cripple their enemies. Both abilities were equally terrifying as there was little non-magicians could do against a magician. The Shady Merchant offered Zen an expensive deal demanding player credits in exchange for a low magic-resistant armour. The armour was not onl

I said. “Alas, my lovely lass,” she said softly, “Geo’s magic was combining with mine to keep my magic as strong as it is. Once he is gone, my magic will slowly weaken. Whoever is working magic for them was able to break through my shield. This makes this magician my equal. If I weaken, I will be no help against someone like that.” “Is it fading now?” I asked eagerly. “If it’s not fading then he’s still alive.”

"Alar? But why do I feel like my strength was depleted after overusing my magic?" "When your alar is already used up, your body will begin consuming your own physical energy. That's the reason why you already feel weak, tired," Lucas replied. "Knights like us can only cast a few spells because our magical circuits cannot carry a lot of alar, compared to mages who can store a tremendous amount in their magic circuits, allowing them to perform powerful spells." Arth nodded slowly.

I was thankful for that. We needed to end this now because he was slowly weakening me with each attack that landed. Even though his godly magic was nullified, it did not mean he was unable to fight me. He had already shown me his biggest weakness – his ego. He was just like any other person who thought to highly of themselves. He believed that he was the best thing since sliced bread and that everyone else was lesser than him and unworthy of even breathing the same air.

I snarled, replying furiously through the mind-link we shared. “I am powerful because she loves me. Because she is in my life.” Suddenly, Evelina’s cries of pain pierced through the red-haze in my brain. I jerked back from trying to tackle my mother to the ground and subdue her wolf to see Evelina hunched over, blood seeping from a wound in her side. “Gabe, run,” Evelina choked out, sinking down to her knees. “I don’t have my magic anymore…I am not strong…” she trailed off forlornly.

I took a deep breath and released it, trying to relax so I could feel my magic. I felt the familiar thrumming of energy within me, but it pulsed with an unusual weight tonight, reluctant to respond. I closed my eyes, focusing inward. The whispers of my magic grew louder, drowning out my thoughts, and I gritted my teeth, willing the magic to flow. "Please," I muttered, pouring my intention into the spell. I envisioned a warm light surrounding Aric, a protective barrier to break whatever held him there. But the magic remained stubborn, slow to react.

Walter tried his best not to be distracted. "I'm only a tech guru, Argent. I don't deal with magic. Those things are absolutely powerful. You were only able to get rid of some of them because they were in your territory and you have that advantage over them. You can't track them to their abode, you're not coming out alive."

Draven's laughter reverberated within the confines of the shadowy room. Dark energy tendrils moved towards Magnus and Lara, wrapping around them tightly. They convulsed as the magic took over, wiping away who they truly were and replacing it with fake memories and empty desires. Magnus was flooded with visions of fleeting pleasures and shallow conquests, losing the memory of his love for Lara and his loyalty to his pack. Lara's mind twisted too, seeing herself as a superficial playgirl, forgetting her strength as Luna and her devotion to her pack. When the magic faded, Draven smiled triumphantly, knowing that Magnus and Lara were now under his control. With their true selves erased, there wa

The lilt in his voice did not settle my nerves one fucking bit. If anyone could help her then it would be Macario. I had to believe in that and trust that or else I would shatter into a million pieces when my mate needed me strong. I could do that for her sake. She was always strong for everyone else, so we could be strong for her. “She collapsed, the veins formed, I fixed the veins, but she passed out and won’t respond,” I explained in one breath. “She is very weak. Has she been using her magic a lot?” he asked, looking up at me. I nodded my head in response.