Magic User Novels & Stories

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

He wanted his cousin. He slammed his palm onto Daryl’s chest, forcing his magic not into the Prisoner but into the thread of his bloodline. A desperate gamble. If their blood was truly rare enough to chain monsters, then maybe — just maybe — it could resist them too. For an instant, the silver dimmed. Daryl’s own voice broke through: “Killian— don’t— let go—” And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.

Pure instinct took over my body, but instead of shifting I lifted my hand and magicked him to a complete stop. I gripped my fist tightly allowing the rage and despair of my heart to overcome me. With a thrust of my fist, his eyes bulged and his face went red. Without another sound, the man dropped to his knees. Dead. I stared at my hand for a moment in complete and utter shock. I had never killed anyone using my abilities like that before. Until now, I only knew how to heal with my magic. My capability to turn into a wolf wasn't the only thing that had been unlocked. Now, both the wolf and the magical side of me were harmonizing in my body, making me more powerful than I had been before.

Job Title / Class: Magician, Cultivator MP: 20,000/20,000 Skills: Light Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Fire Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Wind Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Water Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Space Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Darkness Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Sword fighter (Black Stage Level 7 - highest level in this current realm ) Cultivation (Qi Gathering Stage)

" I remind myself why I came here in the first place. I didn't replace Alice because I intended to sacrifice myself and take her place. My magic has progressed quickly, even though I haven't been practicing. I close my eyes and allow magic to connect both of us, and when we connect, I see in his mind the person he intends to see. The person he wishes to see. And I become that person with minimal effort. As an extra touch, I convince him to ignore all that feels odd to him. This little encounter will slip from his mind completely and he will have no knowledge of it. It only lasts a few seconds.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

The Heart of Magic. Jergintarth's eyes widened, and his body trembled with rage. "Who are you? Give back the boy's heart!" snapped Jergintarth angrily. “My name is Lycus, the great sorcerer. I am the most powerful magician among humans. With The Heart of Magic in my hand, my magic power is not only the strongest among humans but also the strongest on Magica,” he said with an arrogant grin. “To hell with your ambition! For your selfish interests, our kind is destroyed! Give back the boy dragon's heart!” snapped Jergintarth in a thunderous voice.

Amari backs out and looks down at Caile who was catching his breath. "How could a swordsman without a left eye could par with me---" He wasn't even able to talk when Amari had already pointed the Aquarius replica on his face. "Hahaha.." He laughs dried, but he throws his sword at Amari's left side, trying to take advantage of her weakness. Amari immediately blocks it with force making his Taurus replica fly into the air. "500 years ago. I read in a book that there is a talented Magic-user who was able to copy one of the controller's unique cards." Alkhun grins. "He is blind, and he created a clone of the mana-sensing. It is called Mana-sight."

Once this was confirmed, he began to deliberate on his next move. ‘Maybe I should try—‘ Before he could conclude his line of thought, a blur made its way towards him. It was the male warrior. He had closed the distance within a second while the female Mage had begun casting a Spell. ‘Chanting, eh? I guess she doesn’t have the [Magic Application] Skill. Must be rarer than I thought.’ [Magic Application] allowed Spells to retain their full power even without the use of Chants. Lucielle had it. Esme had it. Rey had it as well.

my father remarked, looking at me thoughtfully. Only my parents are aware of my ability to wield a small amount of magic. I was born with fire magic and can perform minor spells, though I am not particularly skilled in spellcasting, as my true strength lies in fire magic. "We will need assistance; this is not something we can tackle alone," he agreed. "However, there is something we have yet to discuss," Maurice interjected, capturing everyone's attention. "The drug drain is odorless; if it had a scent, it would aid us in tracking it down." That was a valuable insight, and I wondered why I hadn't considered it earlier.