21st Century Archmage Novels & Stories

"But they’re being harvested. The Legion isn't attacking their bodies; they're attacking their connections to the world. They’re turning the wolves into anchors for the void." Suddenly, the ground at the center of the valley heaved. It didn't burst open; it folded back like skin. From the fissure rose a figure that made the High Magister look like a mere apprentice. It was a skeletal giant, its "skin" a patchwork of ancient, yellowed scrolls and human vellum, held together by needles of obsidian. This was the **Archivist of Bone**, a creature from the era before the first Great Pack was ever formed. In its hand, it carried a staff topped with a skull that pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly green

The Architect's hammer was not a metaphor; it was an army, and it was marching on our territory under the cover of the stolen sun. From the high ridge where we stood, the view was both terrifying and strangely clarifying. The forest at the edge of our territory seethed. Figures poured from the tree line-not just wolves, but hulking, misshapen things that moved on two legs and four, creatures twisted by the Crimson Sun's corrupt magic. Among them, disciplined units of soldiers in dark armor moved with a chilling synchronicity, their banners bearing the jagged, bloody sun. And at the very front, a figure in robes of deepest crimson, his face hidden within a hood, directed the tide with slow, d

“Is he your relative?” “No, My Lord.” The noble shook his head. He glanced at the man before answering, “The Lord is an archmage assigned by the king himself to administer lands east of Clementine forest.” “Ah, is that so?” Norman turned his head towards this arrogant, grumpy man. “May I be honored to hear of the lord’s name?” He was very respectful with his words since an archmage has immense power that could topple a town by himself, even a city if he exerts his best.

said Mar, “but you need to finish a school year to advance to the next class – if you got enough units.” “Oh... a year? Meaning 12 months?” Dorin asked. [Just 10 months, really. You take 2 months to cool off on vacation.] “And you said It would take three years at least to become an archmage?” Dorin faced Mar. [Less if you can raise your mage class in the proficiency exam. You can also take additional lessons during summer vacation.] “Good. I can finish this in a year, then.” Dorin grinned confidently. [Unless you take all the classes you want to take in the Military and Sciences and Technology department.]

“Why do you always think that when the Council wants a Magickal brought to them, he’s going to get punished?” “He isn’t? It must be something about his blood, then. He’s an unregistered Magickal?” “Well, that’s the clincher, really. That’s why we specifically need you for this assignment. He’s a warlock and he has no idea, and he lives a Mundane as much as we know of, who manages to make himself a billionaire therefore he can afford to live outside of the grid.” I snort. “You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.”

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. 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 b

she said it with smug satisfaction, seeking to gain the advantage with her knowledge. “I am aware of that. I know who I am, and I know what she is, but thank you for taking an interest,” he moved closer to our chamber door, placing his hand upon it so that it opened slightly wider revealing his side, boot, leg, elbow and shoulder, and the fall of dark hair as he looked back at the woman mage. “They are all but extinct.” “Yes, thanks to your queen’s ancestors,” he turned away from her and his eyes met mine through the partially opened door. He grimaced.

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

The twins have always competed and they excelled in their training however, only one can be king. "Just put in a nice word," He smiled. I wasn't going to do that, I wouldn't be involved. "How's Kian?" I asked. "He's the archmage, he reached his final level," He sighed, displeased. The archmage was the strongest wizard, their speed, agility, and strength were unmatched. Any weapon they shield turned to fire during a fight. "Good for him," "Arrogant prick," He mumbled and I chuckled. "Gosh, will you ever be close?"

Arch Garaman sighed, “We are losing so many lives already because of this spreading magic, lives of brave and honorable warriors of your country. We can’t afford to let any more of them die.” “Will you let us help, then?” Lucas asked. “Before I give my answer, I can sense there’s more you want to tell me,” the Archmage said. “Let us hear them now.” Lucas let out a huge breath. “Of course, we have yet to discuss what we’ll get in return. You’re aware of how negotiation works, are you not, Archmage?” “I’m listening.” “I have not forgotten it was the Archmages from Galadhor who injected a kind of anti-alar inside my chest… and I’m expecting you knew what it is and how to remove it—”