Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

The portal opened with astonishing ease. We materialized in the Temple of Silence. The place was enveloped in the stench of sacrifice and despair. We saw the desecrated altars and the vandalized symbols of the Triple Moon. And there, in the center of the main altar, was he: Adrik, the architect of my pain, the master of Dark Magic, surrounded by the last remnants of his guard. Adrik looked at us. His eyes, filled with Black Magic, first showed utter confusion. He expected a broken Bond, a surrender. But when he saw me and realized my new power, what I had done, and what my moon eyes and the triple mark shining on my chest represented, the confusion turned to pure terror.

Of awe. Archer's fingers tightened around mine, and the runes on the walls flared gold. I felt the mountain recognize him, not just as heir, but as its heart reborn. The old magic, the deep wild that had slumbered for generations, stirred beneath us like a beast stretching awake. Behind me, the rest of the wolves arrived in silence. Donna first, blade sheathed. Then Beta Kael, limping but alive. Beta Aldin. Dozens more. Bloodied, burned, but standing.

"But teleportation is a complex spell only effectively executed by the most powerful mages. How could this man—" He stopped, his words brought to an abrupt halt by the intensity of the burning gaze of the Archmage, his dark eyes like smoldering coals which pierced him. "Need I explain Kingsmen power structure to you, Mr. Dehnhardt, or do you not understand what many men seek by force they receive without measure or merit?" Kelvin was speechless. "Yes, sir," he sputtered. "I understand plainly." "Perhaps," Blackridge muttered, turning his face to Avera. "Is there anything else?" he asked her.

It could move with just one thought. At this moment, the levitation cloak was lifted by the vigorous energy from Gustav’s body. Suddenly, a black magic circle appeared under Gustav’s feet. Then, Gustav slowly rose into the air. He stared coldly at Fulton below while a black cogwheel mark slowly emerged from the middle of his eyebrows. This was a special mark that only an archmage would have! Once this mark appeared, it meant that the archmage was ready to fight with all his might! With a face full of indifference, Gustav stared at Fulton sinisterly and said coldly, “Today, I’ll show you the pride of a mage! Arrogant Eastern Battle God, you’ll pay the price for your words and actions just now

Chapter 14 (Imperial sword academy) *It has been a week since taso enrolled in the imperial magic academy and taso is getting bored, but taso said* This school It's getting boring, I want to fight someone. *Then Merlin arrives in the class and he said* Good morning class, I have good news for all of you! *Then a student raises his hand and said* Teacher Merlin, what is the good news, you're saying? *Then Merlin started talking*

“Caleb, I have a proposition for you. We both can join hands and defeat the dragons together. I get ‘The Heart of Magic and you get your revenge. Call me on this number if you want to accept my proposal.” He threw a card at me and vanished into the thin air. I sat there staring into the space in front of me. Was that how he talked business? “So, will you accept his proposal?” Raina asked joining me. “Never, Raina. He is the Lord of dark magic. No good can come out of an agreement with the devil.” “True… then we should focus on garnering Painite weapons. If Adrian hadn’t switched the weapons we would have been ruling the Pearl Palace and the dragons.”

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.