21st Century Archmage Novels & Stories

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

She exhaled deeply and said, “I am the creator of the Mystic Land. Everything here is controlled by my will…” “You let us in, does that mean you are willing to give us the ‘The Heart of Magic.’” Aurora chirped excitedly. Her face turned pale and for a moment anger flashed in her eyes but she was quick to control her emotions. “I didn’t let you in… I haven’t let anyone get to this cottage in the past century!” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I asked, “Didn’t you say Mystical Land worked according to your will.” Her eyes clouded over with sorrow and she said, “I created this land using my magic centuries ago. This place was abounding with mystical creatures. Its beauty was unparalleled in

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

He looked at the crowd cheering at the scene and asked, “Is Kent Stow very powerful?” Leon looked at the two people who had already walked onto the stage, and his eyes focused on the handsome man in a blue suit and glasses. He nodded and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, to tell you the truth, Kent Stow is very strong! He’s a mage and one of the most promising candidates to become an archmage!” A mage? Hearing this, Philip’s eyes narrowed. There were not many mages in the disciple world. They formed their own faction and were said to be the darlings of heaven.

Finally, the Mother Dragon, the oldest and wisest of the aspects could not bear to view this any longer, she gathered the others together and asked for their help to stop the conflict. “My fellow aspects please hear me, the people we claim to care for, and guide, are destroying themselves and the world we created for them. We cannot sit idle any longer, they must be shown the error of their ways.” The other aspects look at each other in response to her plea, all unsure.

“Yeah, yeah. So what are you? A god? An AI? …Wait, AI didn’t exist in the 12th century. Or—do they?” “I told you before, Alaric. See me however you want. Call me whatever you want. Just follow the instructions.” I sighed. “Fine. What’s next?” “Now that you’ve leveled up, you’ve unlocked new abilities.” “Like the shockwave I used to throw that giant beast across the battlefield?” “Arcane Push,” the voice corrected. “At its lowest level.” My eyes widened. “Okay, that’s actually cool. So what else did I unlock? And how do I use them?”

The moment I put on a gray wig, it was my turn to shine. Hang on, what happened to the first 51 guests anyway? Did they not exist? Left without a choice, I could only get onto the stage in my wig. As soon as I appeared, the old folks began cat-calling excitedly at me. Guest Number 1 was quick to switch on her light. "Hey, baby, are you a magician? Because whenever you're around, everything else disappears!" Um… No, thank you. Guest Number 2 switched on her light as well. "Hey, handsome, do you know how to play a guitar?"

“Real charming. Punches like a wrecking ball. Still pissed I broke his favorite saber when I was ten.” Lotanni stood nearby, pacing slowly. “She’s fighting her old mentor, right?” I asked. Orin nodded. “Mage with familiar magic. Guy taught half her village. Doesn’t go easy.” Lotanni returned from her latest round not long after, her braid messy, her eyes dark. “Two minutes flat,” she said dully. “No progress.” “Still longer than either of us,” I offered. She didn’t answer. Nyomei had it worse—or stranger.

Just as things seemed to be slipping out of control, a figure appeared out of nowhere, wielding light magic that cut through the darkness. The stranger dispatched the creatures effortlessly, their form moving with grace and speed that left the group stunned. “I don’t have time for a proper introduction,” the stranger said, lowering their staff as the last creature fell. “But you’ll need me if you want to stop what’s coming.” Lucas was wary, but Seraphina stepped forward, recognizing the stranger’s power. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Alaric,” the stranger said, his eyes intense. “A rogue mage. And I’ve been tracking the Core’s rise. It’s not over. It’s not finished.”

He smelled the faint scent of expensive jasmine drifting up from the estate’s gardens, clashing with the smell of dry dirt and his own sweat. He was a misanthrope by choice, but an Alpha by necessity. He believed that the modern world had become a nursery for the weak. Civilized society was just a collective agreement to pretend that the strongest didn't have the right to take what they wanted. He was here to break that agreement. He wasn't interested in the money in the Sterling vaults. He didn't want the Legend’s fame. He wanted the experience of the collapse. He wanted to be the one who pulled the thread that unraveled their perfect tapestry.