Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

But at this moment, I’m still in denial just the thought of being fated with a nightwalker. I merely let out a sigh and carried on reading; this time, it was about the archmages. It is stated that archmages can cast spells with or without their wands. They are identical to humans, with the exception that they are immortal and possess abilities. Archmages, like vampires and werewolves, have an enemy: the ‘dark magicians’. The individuals who use dark magic, which is extremely harmful for both the caster and everyone. Something that nature is opposed to.

The temple sending Archmages was no joke; it would mean nothing but a threat that would come; a big threat to Glacia. “Forgive us for having you wait, Your Highness. I am Arch Garaman and with me is my apprentice, Pallet,” said the one with the silver chains. “We carry some disturbing news from the Elder Magus himself.” Arth had to swallow the lump in his throat, to brace himself, while trying to maintain his calm expression. “I’m hoping it’s not as big as it would seem.” The two mages exchanged glances, and that just made Arth more worried, his one heel bouncing on the floor.

“Are you from Drara?” A kind smile appeared on the Arch-Mage’s face. “Yes, I am originally from there, but Nordmar became my home over sixty years ago. I think you met a member of my family. Hewe, one of the King’s Paladins. My older sister is his great-grandmother.” Ayla’s eyebrows shot up. That’s why the Arch-Mage’s eyes seemed so familiar to her—they were the same as those of Hewe. “I didn’t know Hewe was related to you.”

M’gethir stayed at a distance, supporting them both by hurling nearby planets at the creature’s face. They seemed to be working perfectly in sync with each other, but I had a feeling that it wouldn’t last, and soon my fears were confirmed. In an instant, the large figure imploded in on itself. I thought it was weakened in some way until there was a bright purple flash and a shockwave tore through the area. Almost immediately, the bodies of all the remaining Arch-mages and gods fell to the ground.

She knew Oceana had received the highest mage rank, Archmage, at a very young age of 35; no one had reached the same rank ever since. It was written that to reach the highest rank Archmage, the mage had to obtain three elemental rings — one for every element — and the same person should also be able to cast the highest tier spell for the element. Oceana was also appointed as Arcanus' principal as the other races also believed in her skills. Needless to say, the Archmage in front of Mariana achieved it all. Her only weakness was talking to crowds. Mariana, however, didn't mind, even though it was getting more irritating for the majority of the students as they listened to her speak.

In the tiny meeting room where only the torch on the corners illuminates them, their eyes burned with passion as they readied themselves to fight together with the hero to save the Island of Llfhame. “A one man army huh, I see you also have a strong set of spirits,” said the fair man with a black hair as he faced Harlequin. The man’s face was a face of a saint, the type to be revered wherever he goes, but his eyes were the exception. Those eyes were full of malice, ambition, and pride. The man was the Grand Arch Wizard. Behind him was a scene that appalled every one of Harlequin’s spirits. It was more terrible that what they have thought.

He must have been able to hear it or something, because the moment it starts, his eyes snap up and lock on mine and I'm frozen in place, both of us staring at one another and waiting for whatever is going to happen next. "Abaddon, do you want to go into the cupboard for a quicky before next class?" Tasha's voice resounds around the corridor and the spell breaks, my gaze flicks to her, finding her watching me with a smirk on her face as she tugs Abaddon towards the large cupboard behind them.

Megan's POV "It's a recall spell if you don't know." I heard Morgana's voice. Right there and then, she also came into the picture, alongside Morgan and the army. I smiled. This turned out to be a perfect plan after all. "Now, it's a thousand against one." Morgan said with a slight smile. Sage moved back a bit, creating enough space between us all. "How come I never knew?" He wondered. "That's cause it wasn't an immediate thing. The spell was meant to take time before it takes its effect ... to avoid suspicion." Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face.

"The architects have no money left to hide behind." ​Adrian growled softly, his lips sealing theirs in a deep, victorious kiss under the cold, fog-shrouded sky of the Azores. The Sovereign Vault was officially under the command of the Crimson Reign, and the final war against the creators of the beast was about to begin.

These three Archmages must leave my domain as soon as possible, even if I have to kill them. As soon as we arrive downstairs, people turn their heads and start bowing, everyone can feel the change in my aura and how much stronger I am. I know where the heads of the house are. After all, everyone has gathered to await my arrival, along with my mate. As soon as I entered the meeting hall, I could see several heads of houses, Ishtar and the three Archmages there. "Hail to the Emperor." "Hail to the King." These two greetings flowed from the mouths of all my subjects and even Ishtar, but the Archmages remained quiet. I walked over to where there were two smaller thrones positioned, after all, th