Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: The Binding Contract The towering spires of Emberforge Citadel pierced the stormy sky like obsidian blades as Elyndor Starveil stepped through the massive enchanted gates, his travel cloak heavy with rain and his heart pounding with a potent mix of defiance, ambition, and nervous anticipation. At twenty-four, the young mage had earned his place as one of the most promising apprentices in the realm through sheer talent and relentless determination. Yet being personally assigned to Lord Sylas Emberforge, the most feared and respected sorcerer lord in the kingdom felt less like an honor and more like stepping willingly into a dragon’s lair. The air inside the citadel hummed with raw,

A faint, bloody crimson haze clung to it like a vile mist. Three figures stood before the tree. They weren't the hulking brutes I'd expected from the eastern feint. They were lean, dressed in dark robes, their hands raised as they chanted in a low, guttural language that scraped against my mind. Their eyes were rolled back in their heads, seeing nothing but the corrupting spell they were weaving. Mages. The Crimson Sun hadn't just sent warriors; they'd sent practitioners of their twisted art. Adrien didn't hesitate. With a snarl that was more beast than man, he launched himself at the closest mage. The man had time for a single, startled glance before Adrien's claws ripped through his chant,

"I can see where parts of it would lend themselves to some of the rumors I have heard about you. Those are the next things I want you to tell me about. I want to know how – and if - many of them are true." "Let me see. I have heard about myself that I have vampiric blood, that I am invulnerable, that I am a sorceress, Revenge trained me – which I have just told you, but no one knows why and they do speculate – and the list goes on to things I cannot now recall. I am not a vampire, but my appearance does lend itself to that one when I am advertising. I am no sorceress and have not influenced that one except that I know how to get in and out of places people think it’s not possible and I tend

She arched a brow urging Arielle the glass she offered. Arielle rolled her eyes and chugs down the wine. A foul smudge of wine dance on her lips. Arielle licks her lips with a notion of satisfaction of making Delilah look stupid worrying. "You could have drugged it. Besides just because you're still relevant doesn't mean you won't be expecting a lawsuit." Delilah drags the notion a little bit longer. Arielle leans a little bit close to Delilah to comfort. "Oh Delilah I wouldn't just drug you. You're too dangerous I'll poison you instead. And I'll make sure you live your last days on earth in pain." Arielle says finishing her glass, she reaches for the bottle to get seconds but Delilah beats

It is a noble chaos with a more civilized manner, in accordance to how people of high standards act. "We cannot afford to waste time on fanciful strategies! The dark magic is spreading faster than our armies can march." A High ranking General of Enchantia spoke with impatience as he stood up from his seat. "We must strike directly at the heart of the enemy, with all our might!" "And what then? Throw our forces into the abyss without knowing what truly awaits us?" An elf priest opposed. "Your haste will lead us to ruin. We must seek the counsel of the ancient spirits—only they can guide us through the dark."

If he wanted to tell me, it would be up to him. Leaving the market, which was under a large canopy, with stone slabs used as tables, we started searching for the nonplaying character whom we could obtain a teleporting stone from. Currently, the only way to get to previous levels is if we traveled on foot. It wasn’t bad, but it would help us when we got further and needed to return to a previous level. After walking a bit, we finally found an older man that that couldn’t be taller than three feet. His name was Alemes, and he was a Dwarf Wizard. He was standing under an umbrella, looking worried and dehydrated.

"Well, yes. That's one gold medal, we don't know about the other tournaments." "My classmate won the chess game." It's Steven now. "Wow! That's two gold now." Owen claps his hands. From previous events, their school was always the winner. But this time they aren't sure. The other players from previous events already graduated, so the other players now are all newbies. "Selena won the female archery!" The student who just rushed in reporting the result of the archery game which she said that their schoolmate won that game.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

~*~*~ Erica The silence was suffocating. Her mother's gaze remained fixed on her lap as her tears fell, one drop after another while her father remained seated on his haunches, his hands clasped with his mate's. She swallowed back her tears and managed to ask, "So...so if a ma-mage is someone who-who practices dark magic, then how-how did I become one?" her voice trembled with emotion. Adrian glanced up. His eyes appeared red-rimmed as he replied hoarsely, "I honestly do not know".