Great Mage Novels & Stories

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed i

Because of that, a person claiming to be a should be able to at least achieve what Cynthia Delaroche achieved. The problem here was, that there was no 'exam' that could certify the title of Archmage, considering that an Archmage was the one who achieved the pinnacle of the arts of magic. So someone claiming to be an 'Archmage' must be able to do what the previous Archmage could do, or surpass it. Cynthia Delaroche was able to build a gigantic magical wall that protects a literal kingdom from monster attacks and the Vampire Lords who have built up their power for hundreds of years to try and invade the kingdom.

‘Yep,’ ‘That’s pretty cool,’ he says, stepping closer. I hand him the wand for him to inspect. ‘Hand carved. I like it,’ he says, handing it back. ‘Wands are supposed to help with magic. I think Mum is hoping it will help awaken mine,’ ‘Your mother doesn’t have a wand, though?’ Micah says, confused. ‘Nor does my grandmother, but that’s because they are in full control of their magic and highly experienced. Wands are optional when you become as magically strong as they are,’ I explain.

The sunlight basks the entire city with glorious warm light as the buildings reflect the golden sky. Mauve takes in a deep breath of fresh air whipping her hair across her face. As she tucks the stray hairs behind her ears she realized that Nicholas has been staring at her next to the railings, hovering on top of a glass board. “Woah that’s soo cool!” “I know right, Sapient let me test their new board. And I thought you’d be the first one I’ll show it off to.” “What’s special with this one?” “Sapient took out the gran. Now it runs out off of nothing.”

Jamie suddenly realised and said “ Gwydion.. but your...” “Yes, yes, the King's Mage! But please don’t take that title too seriously!” Dion said with a wave of the hand. Jamie gasped, the King’s Mage was a title given to the most powerful Arcane Mage in the country. They have to be of The Black Order, an order that only accepts the strongest Arcane Mages. It normally takes at least 30 years to get into the order, Dion had done it in just 9. “It is an honour to meet you, Sir!” Jamie said whilst she did her best to curtsy in high heels.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

For a moment, as I watch him tame the gigantic werewolf, all seems right with the world. I then regain the ability to think. "I asked you a question." The beautiful man meets my eyes, smiling charmingly. "I've already told you, my name is Samael, and I'm a teacher." Sighing, I roll my eyes. "Yeah, but what species are you? I've never seen any dragon-shifter use magic like yours." "Oh, is that, right?" Samael smirks. "I take it you've met plenty of dragon-shifters then?"

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

To the point that even Steve, a wide reader haven't come in terms with this so-called, Troll maiden. But more than that, the reason why the mage community use to shun these halfbreed creatures is not just because of what they believed their 'shameful origins'. It is because of what happened thousands of years ago during the Great War of Magi. These half breed creatures together with the necromancers chose to join hands with the creatures of the dark to oppress everyone living in the continent.