Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

Maureen sighed on what he said. “We knew. But the Head of the Magic Tower in Adira’s empire was the strongest Great Archmage. He had been a great help every devil’s invasion. Also, he had two Great Archmages with him. The Great Archmage was already scarce. If we kill them, we would be the one who’ll suffer.” Santi shrugged his shoulders, “Up to you.” He nonchalantly said. Maureen pouted at him and stared at his daughter, “Baby, we knew that you were the daughter of Santi but don’t grew up to be like him, okay? It’s okay if you got his strength. But not his attitude, alright?”

I rolled my eyes back at him. I heard it before I saw it, lumbering through the undergrowth. Something big, I thought. It explained the crushed leaf matter. Sure enough, through the scrubby bushes, an ogre appeared. I had never seen one, but nothing else could be so similar to man and yet also so large. He made Rivyn seem dainty by comparison. He was dragging a large cauldron behind him, sloshing water. He was preparing to cook himself a meal, I thought, grimly, and Rivyn was on the menu. The mage was entirely too much trouble.

Because of that, a person claiming to be a should be able to at least achieve what Cynthia Delaroche achieved. The problem here was, that there was no 'exam' that could certify the title of Archmage, considering that an Archmage was the one who achieved the pinnacle of the arts of magic. So someone claiming to be an 'Archmage' must be able to do what the previous Archmage could do, or surpass it. Cynthia Delaroche was able to build a gigantic magical wall that protects a literal kingdom from monster attacks and the Vampire Lords who have built up their power for hundreds of years to try and invade the kingdom.

My love for Archer, a truth I'd long denied, now surfaced with undeniable clarity. As Archer fights for his life, restlessness hounded my heart and I am praying for a miracle for Archer to heal quickly. The thought of losing Archer and never confessing the depth of my feelings was unbearable. Archer, the father of my child, cannot leave us in such silence. After the doctor and nurse left my room, I was determined to check on Archer, regardless of the consequences to myself. I managed to cast a protective spell over both the child and myself. Closing my eyes to perform the magic, I felt a surge of power reminiscent of the moment I discovered my dragon, Ryu. My body pulsated with a strength th

I don't have much time to give him attention so I just flipped my hair at him and stood properly. “I, Leonard Mayhem, the seventh Archmaster of the Magic Ministry, calling all my brethren, ancestors and celestial guardians to bless these 12 Celestial Zodiacs in every battle that they may had. Lend them your strength and help them to overcome every enemy they may face. I bestow them the 12 weapons retrieved from the ancient world of Celestial Spirits. With these weapons and in the name of Archgoddess Lumia, I hereby declare victory upon them.” Archmaster put his hand in front of him while his palm facing downward. The stage suddenly glowed with white light and there was a portal created in t

Standing guard, but as soon as they saw Alfred, coming closer, all for immediately started moving to intercept, but failed to do so, as the Arch Lich already cast his magic. From the shadows, a luminous blue glowing vines appeared and wrapped the Knight Guards, from the head down to their toes. Just like that the 4 Knight Guard were dealt with, unable to move nor speak at all, the just witnessed Alfred strolling at them, like he was a monster. By the time he arrived before them and said his monologue, with the wave of his hand. In a complete silent, all the 4 Knight Guards taste the most painful death. The Spell {Decaying Flesh} is a Level 4 Spell, a spell that an Advance Magician can use, b

The last words trailed off to a murmur. "How much exactly did Damen tell you?" Dilo growled. "Enough to pique our interest," the Lady of Blades replied. "But clearly not everything." General Christopher placed his hands on the table, leaning forward slightly. "Let me be direct, Rex. Three months ago, as the godking launched his latest assault, we discovered an ancient prophecy hidden within the archives beneath this very citadel. It speaks of a warrior from another realm—one blessed by ancient powers—who would arrive at our darkest hour." His eyes flicked to the golden bracelet on Rex's wrist. "One who could channel magic in ways thought impossible in this realm."

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.

I rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to look back at my wrist as I reached to grab my now full mug, feeling also a little offended even though I still had no idea what was that stupid mark. “You don’t have to stare at it like that, though.” My eyes suddenly snapped up to his once I've felt him quickly grab my shoulders, turning me aside to face him. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?” He practically yelled in my face, sounding extremely alarmed, his tone dripping with seriousness. “Huh?” My eyebrows shot up, obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Blake, Azrael is one of the Horsemen,” He kept ranting as I simply stared up at him, clueless.