Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

Looking at them, the Archmage started to smile before speaking, "Since I'm done with this failure, why don't I leave you two to deal with it. You came here to kill him anyway, so here he is. Since I've inadvertently made him stronger through my experiments, why don't I leave a reward for your party for cleaning up my mess." Following his words, Archmage Anderson did a quick chant and summoned what appeared to be a treasure chest next to him. Satisfied, he then turned to the women and spoke, "Consider what's in this box payment for doing this job. You'll only be able to open it after taking care of this failure so I suggest you get prepared. Anyway, I've got to go now. Bye." Done speaking, Ar

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

And when anyone thought a fiercer fight than before was about to start, the elf Prince and Vlad Dragoesti disappeared. Maybe they understood they had no chance, especially since they were outnumbered, or maybe they were scared because of Elizabeth. Because this magic against ... magic, has never been used before. Since the advent of magic on all the lands where spells were cast and used, antimagic hasn’t been mentioned anywhere. Not even the magic founders, those elves heard about it, considering how scared that elf wizard lord was.

The moment I put on a gray wig, it was my turn to shine. Hang on, what happened to the first 51 guests anyway? Did they not exist? Left without a choice, I could only get onto the stage in my wig. As soon as I appeared, the old folks began cat-calling excitedly at me. Guest Number 1 was quick to switch on her light. "Hey, baby, are you a magician? Because whenever you're around, everything else disappears!" Um… No, thank you. Guest Number 2 switched on her light as well. "Hey, handsome, do you know how to play a guitar?"

said Alec while putting on laboratory gloves. Mages were categorized into four except the black mages. Half human half mages and those unfortunate ones born with little to no ability to cast spells belonged to inferior or lower mages. The pureblooded ones who were mostly members of the upper class were called Arch mages. They could manipulate some earth elements but with limitations. Either they inherited their powers or learned them through years of training. Elder mages who gained power and mastered the art of spells through decades of practice were the most respected, they were called Senior mages. But due to the amount of time and perseverance needed to master all the art of spells, only

a human archmage screamed from the lower terrace. The archmage knelt with both hands pressed against a massive blue ward-stone embedded in the floor, his face pale and slick with sweat. The glowing blue runes running up his arms flickered violently, turning a dull, sickly gray, as though something invisible were siphoning the life from them. "My magic isn't regenerating!" the archmage yelled up toward the tower, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. "They're pulling the mana straight out of the atmosphere! The atmospheric pressure is dropping!"

The soldier bowed and exited through a side door. The soldier returned, accompanied by a slender figure in robes of midnight blue embroidered with silver symbols. The newcomer's hands were marked with intricate tattoos identifying trained mages. "I am Archmagus Elara, advisor to the crown on matters of magic." "Our guests bring troubling news of werewolves killed by magical means within our city," the queen said. "What can you tell us of this?"

Heat crept into my face. “I hate how the two of you notice everything.” Magnus took another sip of his tea. “You’ll hate it even more after today’s lesson.” Before I could ask what he meant, the large doors opened once again and Valerian walked inside. The old Archmage carried three enormous books stacked so high in his arms that I could barely see his face behind them. Dust floated into the air with every step he took. He reached the table and dropped all three books directly in front of me. The loud thud echoed through the dining hall.

It would give him eyes and ears inside the fortress. As he worked, a shadow fell over him. Silas didn't flinch. He didn't look up immediately. He finished tightening a bolt with a slow, deliberate turn of the wrench before he turned his head. It was Sebastian Sorgentone. The Legend was standing five feet away, glistening with sweat, a towel draped around his thick neck. Up close, the "Hero" looked older. The lines around his eyes weren't just from the sun; they were from the dawning realization that he was outmatched.