Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

That was around May last year. I quietly followed Grandfather. We approached the hut and no sooner had we gotten to the door that was surrounded by creeping plants than it opened. My mind is full of anticipation and I gulped. A normal immortal appeared before me. I frowned because this was not the magician I was used to. As far as I remember, the sorcerers I've met are all old. But the one in front of me now seems to be only in his thirties. He looks young and...utterly handsome.

“I was at the local pub here a few days back and heard some of the men saying that they have seen a magnificent black dragon soaring the skies and control lightening and some say it was the human mage from the village that has become an archdragon now” “but that’s impossible” “Also, nobody has seen or heard from the dragon queen in several weeks… people are starting to grow curious; stating that she might be with child” “What is it with humans and procreation? Archdragons are infertile… our mother and goddess presents each reigning archdragon with an egg, that is the heir; we cannot procreate” “This dark human mage is here to offer her services to you and in turn; I will get my revenge by ru

The blue ocean that seemed to stretch a few miles from where Alejandro’s abode was, the stone walls and all other buildings… I marvelled at the beauty of it all, puzzled by how everything seemed to look like it was created back in the medieval time, yet managed to survive thus far. I saw myself getting used to all of this! Waking up to read a novel while laying on one of the recliners that were placed neatly here, or taking a dive in the pool that I could see in what I could label as the backyard but was too vast to even be one! All of a sudden, the title of the archduchess and the duties and responsibilities it came bearing were not so enticing.

“Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…” “Yeah…ever wondered why there were no lycans after me?” He asked, giving me a pointed look. “Because the witch cursed you all to never produce an heir” My answer did not satisfy him. Was there more to it? What was it? Why was he not telling me? “She was no ordinary witch, Celia. She was an Archmage” “What is an Archmage?” I inquired, feeling curious. “A very powerful mage who can sometimes use dark magic.” Dark magic? That indeed sounded mysterious.

His mother and grandfather, however, had none of the sort, and so neither did he. He pushed the door—cold to the touch today—and stepped inside. He felt nothing from them as had always been the case, and they imposed nothing on him. He stood, straight as he could, before the headmaster of the Academy, an archmage in all its bearing. And magecraft closed, sealed, behind him. Beside the old man there was no Deidrich.

Ravenswood's triumph suddenly felt fragile, threatened by the unspoken words hanging in the air. "The Order's power grows, but at what expense?" The Architect's voice resonated with gravitas, each word weighted with consequence. "The balance of magic shifts, threatening the very fabric of our world." Ravenswood's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with indignation. "You dare question my methods?" His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword. The Architect stood unwavering, their presence commanding respect. "I do," they declared, their voice firm but laced with a hint of sorrow. "For I am the Architect, creator of the Order's dark magic. And I will not let you continue down this

“13th of Month of Snow (November). HAHAHAHAHAHA they lied! The church lied! The royal family song! The tower lied! Everyone lied to me! My enemies have finally joined forces, but I am not afraid. I will use this opportunity to destroy them. I will use facts to teach them that the generations of weapons and knowledge cannot be reciprocated by numbers alone and low level mages. Besides, it's not like I don't have subordinates. As for the higher-tiers, heh heh. Have they forgotten who I am? I will show them you they are messing with, no one messes with me without getting a bite. I will make them pay tenfold! Mark my words!" I felt complicated reading the first entry. Does that mean she was betr

"I also felt it earlier, but when I wanted to investigate it. The figure has already left and left no trace at all. Even my abilities can't detect where it went!" A conversation that probably not everyone will understand. It all started 5 years ago when Edward and Harry were kidnapped. They experience things that are very sadistic and torture that make Edward's power and his unknown identity appear out of nowhere. Edward is a vampire, a spiritual being who is often considered a myth. While Harry is a Siren, a kind of living creature that lives in the depths of the water in Middle Earth. All of this seemed unbelievable to both of them. But this is real. And what always makes them wonder is ab

However, admission costs are high. "What is the price?" Zara asked, her voice firm in spite of her internal conflict. The woman took a while to respond. Rather, she extended her hand and touched Zara's cheek. Zara started crying because the gesture was so familiar and painfully true. When you get there, you'll understand," the woman whispered quietly. But keep in mind that the Archmage never had good motives. His legacy is a weapon that has the power to either save or destroy our world. The figure faded with those mysterious words, her form vanishing like mist into the night. Instinctively, Zara's hands extended out, but they could only catch air. With her, the murmur that had permeated the

They all gave me an uneasy feeling. But the first entry on the second page looked more promising—given that my standards for “promising” had gone way down by now. The title, in a garish purple script, read “Hawthorne and Armitage Magical Services,” and they apparently had a warlock and a shaman working together to “provide any magic you can think of, and a lot you probably can’t.” They had a list, including Wards & Protection, Healing, Fairy Puke Cleaning Solutions (that one made me pause and shake my head, despite how freaked out I was), and Eliminating/Creating Zombies. Under the heading “Our Terms of Service have changed!” it read: “All fees collected up front. My freaky brother-in-law (t