21st Century Archmage Novels & Stories

“Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…” “Yeah…ever wondered why there were no lycans after me?” He asked, giving me a pointed look. “Because the witch cursed you all to never produce an heir” My answer did not satisfy him. Was there more to it? What was it? Why was he not telling me? “She was no ordinary witch, Celia. She was an Archmage” “What is an Archmage?” I inquired, feeling curious. “A very powerful mage who can sometimes use dark magic.” Dark magic? That indeed sounded mysterious.

'' Attenion , we have a recruit welcome him'' said she shoting throughout the whole guild house . '' Anew face i see '' said one boy , he had dark hair with blue eyes . '' Yes treat him well '' she said . '' What's your name ?'' asked he . '' I am Arthur '' he replied . '' I see , i am Adam i am a magician , what about you ?'' asked he . '' I am a human , i want to learn alchemy '' Arthur replied . '' Alchemy ?'' he questioned . '' You heard it right , i think he needs to form a party ''she said some people gaathered around them .

said Alec while putting on laboratory gloves. Mages were categorized into four except the black mages. Half human half mages and those unfortunate ones born with little to no ability to cast spells belonged to inferior or lower mages. The pureblooded ones who were mostly members of the upper class were called Arch mages. They could manipulate some earth elements but with limitations. Either they inherited their powers or learned them through years of training. Elder mages who gained power and mastered the art of spells through decades of practice were the most respected, they were called Senior mages. But due to the amount of time and perseverance needed to master all the art of spells, only

a human archmage screamed from the lower terrace. The archmage knelt with both hands pressed against a massive blue ward-stone embedded in the floor, his face pale and slick with sweat. The glowing blue runes running up his arms flickered violently, turning a dull, sickly gray, as though something invisible were siphoning the life from them. "My magic isn't regenerating!" the archmage yelled up toward the tower, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. "They're pulling the mana straight out of the atmosphere! The atmospheric pressure is dropping!"

I nodded my head "Take me to him." He nodded and went into a room while I quietly followed behind him, he made me sit and said "Just wait a moment, I will call the master here." I nodded as he went in and within a few minutes the master was in front of me with a wide smile on his face. I looked at him and realized that he looked younger than he was, if I consider in human age, he was in his thirties but the person in front of me looked like he was in his twenties and the way he looked at me was different too. I hoped that I was having illusions but I could see the lust in his eyes which was unacceptable because the master was a pure soul without any feelings and who could make rational decis

Ashley muttered beneath her breath. "Here" Annabelle waved the paper she took out of her backpack in the air. "There are so many interesting things about the war beast. For example, the war beast existed long ago. About 8-9 centuries ago and according to what I read, it came back four centuries ago and it is written that it will come back four centuries after that" Annabelle explained. "That's just a myth. No one believes that" Said Monica nonchalantly. "Of course, who will believe such a ridiculous story? But still, this is an opportunity for us to get the best score in class. We have to find out all we can, give the best presentation and the the best write up too" Said Annabelle.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

He's currently the closest to becoming an Arcane High Priest. Morwenna's grin widened, her gaze turning cold. "It's been decades since an Arcane High Priest has appeared in Farshya. You can't even manage an arcane ascension yourself, much less the others. If I do meet Homer... well, I might just drag him to assist with your ascension."

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.