Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

The rogue wolf stepped out of the shadows, his expression calm, almost smug. “Alone at last,” he said. Annabel’s claws extended. “You picked the wrong time to test me.” The rogue tilted his head. “Oh, Annabel. This isn’t a test. This is the endgame.” Before she could respond, the cavern lit up, revealing a massive, glowing sigil on the ground. The rogue stepped onto it, and the sigil flared brighter, its light blinding. When the light faded, Annabel found herself surrounded—not by her pack, but by the Architect’s forces. And at the center of them stood the Architect himself, no longer a projection but flesh and blood.

A flood of hallucinations rushed into his mind. He saw me clutching a pup and sneering at him, as well as Alayna, who came for his life in her ghost form. "Go away! Go away! I'm the Alpha! I'm the King! Kneel to me, all of you!" He suddenly collapsed to the ground and began biting at Alayna's corpse. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were vacant and hollow. From then on, the neutral territory had a madman.

But why did she got betrayed? After a second of not knowing what to think, I can’t seem to get why Senior Janice. “22th of Month of Dormancy (February).HAHAAHAHA it was funny! How could the church and magic tower hide this fact though? I mean it would greatly benefit them. I have discovered that to increase into a much more higher realm than a highest-teir rank for mages is the Archmage. They were three options, first is to master and be one with the nature, you are nature and the nature is you type. I’m not very keen of this one but it was kinda helpful ascending me into an high-tier mage.

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

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.

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,

He added quickly. "Well," came the very cool reply, "you had better learn how to deal with a deceitful, backstabbing, strategy using enemy or not even my help will win you this war and we will both die long and painful deaths." The stare he was being given made him wonder how many of her attributes had been enhanced by that wizard. "Did you have another question?" The tone was now airy and she removed her piercing stare to look over the bandages. "This guise is quite complete, is that also magically enhanced or exclusively your work?"

They took a stepped backward, the five hooded men in white cloak that Mayari presumed as mages surrounded her with caution. "You all are better off running for your lives." Mayari coldly spoke. But her enemies didn't budge. Now they are beyond saving. "Do not be full of yourself, arrogant girl!" An old man's voice came from the hooded figure with long white cascading beard. "We have cultivated our magic since infancy. What makes you think that a beginner like you have a chance in defeating us!" "High end mages, I see." Mayari responded with a nod. "But I'm not referring to my magic being compared to the five of you."

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.