Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

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.

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

The monsters fell, one by one, until only their shattered forms remained. The image of the girl returned, her body broken but her spirit unyielding. "She became the first High Priestess," the voice concluded. "And in her memory, the Great Gods ascended to heavens unknown, leaving their divine energy to humanity, promising to return in humanity’s darkest hour." The vision faded, and I was back in the chamber. My heart felt heavy, the weight of the story pressing down on me. "Do you understand the story?" the mage asked, his gaze sharp.

Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence. Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.

"But they’re being harvested. The Legion isn't attacking their bodies; they're attacking their connections to the world. They’re turning the wolves into anchors for the void." Suddenly, the ground at the center of the valley heaved. It didn't burst open; it folded back like skin. From the fissure rose a figure that made the High Magister look like a mere apprentice. It was a skeletal giant, its "skin" a patchwork of ancient, yellowed scrolls and human vellum, held together by needles of obsidian. This was the **Archivist of Bone**, a creature from the era before the first Great Pack was ever formed. In its hand, it carried a staff topped with a skull that pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly green

Bloodline Prophecy The bloodline of Archer will rise up The heir of Archer will become a beacon of hope But the darkness will betray the Light Bring forth war upon the lands and sea Upon the shoulders of the forsaken Immortal creatures of the Dark will revel in the sunlight Only the Slayer and the Chosen can defeat their bloodline To rid the lands and sea of the Darkness ____ Calyx smelled blood before she saw it. As she drew closer to the little cabin in the woods, thoughts of what she had just done dissipated. Tension mounted, contrasting the usually picturesque imagery of the cabin next to the stables and her father’s workshop at the edge of the City of Pearl. There was only fear and drea

The road wound back further away from the street, and then I saw it. The building was massive and resembled an old school built in the early 1800s with wide steps and pillars out front and wings on either side. I wondered what in the world the council of mages needed all of this room for, but then, Maggie answered my question for me. “Welcome to Ecole de Sorcellerie,” she said, turning to look over her shoulder. My eyes were wide as I stared blankly at her. “What’s that mean? In English?”

His eyes, too, were dark with driven purpose and malice. He wore a vaguely military outfit of dark purple tunic and leggings. Then Ruslan noticed there were other men in the hall too. They stood stiff like a stone by the walls. They were garbed in flowing grey robes which gave them a clerical air. Yet power and magic seemed to emanate from them in waves so palpable, Ruslan could almost touch it. After one long look at those strange people, he knew he would much rather face the Groundsler. "So," said the man in the purple robe, rubbing the beast's hideous head as he gazed at his captive, "I have heard that my dear daughter is back, is that true?"