A Mage Mga Nobela at Kwento

'Attack. Save those who were guarding Selene, members from my pack were the first to bolt out of formation, they leaped swiftly into their wolf forms and jumped at the robed men. While a few were held back with a magical spell that suspended them in the air until thrown to the side. The rest got through the barrage of magical spells cast their way and took out about half of the sorcerers. Spells of fire erupted from the remaining magic casters, which knocked a dozen wolves aside, sending them rolling to the ground. Magnus and Ares commanded their own ranks to attack the sorcerers. Some wolves were taken out by powerful streams of fire released by the robed men.

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

Magma erupts upward—sacred, pure kami fire, swallowing tendrils whole, cleansing corruption in waves of white-hot purification. The Matriarch rises from the palace ruins—colossal abomination, body a horrific fusion of corrupted shrine stone, twisted torii gates, and pulsing void flesh. Maw a massive corrupted gate ringed with teeth of shattered sacred wood. Eyes like black suns—pulling light itself. Gravity warps sudden and violent—pulling us down hard, armor groaning. *Debuff: Kami-Devourer Pull – Movement ninety percent Down* *Additional Effect: Mana Drain Active*

My soul sank to my heels, and Vasmiya and I pressed into our chairs, afraid even to breathe. Yafi and Ogis, meanwhile, had grabbed their swords, crouched low and ready, waiting only for the mage’s command. “The girls are not for sale,” the mage said with feigned calm, boldly staring down the giant. “We don’t want trouble, and we don’t want trouble for you either, so we’ll pretend you didn’t come over and ask something like that.”

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

I demanded, pointing angrily toward my legs. “Of course, I do.” A strange look passed over his face. “After all, I am the mage,” he said simply. I gasped, my eyes widened as I stared at him. “You?” The mage was the generation chemistry genius, it was said, he had medicines for almost everything, the Orchid had gone to great lengths to find him but they never did.

But taking in the position she was in, that seemed like a joke, especially when her father and brothers did not care about her. Moreover, in the novel, there were no mentions of Mage being hired to cure 'Seraphine'. In a world that was filled with magic, such creatures were not uncommon. As their name suggested, Mages dealt with magic. There were various types of Mages, and they were ranked according to their abilities. Since the author did not go into much description when it came to the Mages, Seraphine was barely aware of details when it came to them. But one thing she knew was that hiring Mages to cure someone took a lot of power and money. It was fair to say that, other than the Royal f