Advent Of The Archmage Novels & Stories

After all no pain no gain, if I don’t do this I will lose all the hard work I used my telekinesis to drop the blood on the crystal… one drop after another… When it suddenly started shaking and radiating, the color of light shifted from all colors to the hues of my mana, that is the moment when I felt a connection form between me and the disk as well as another that got formed between the disk and the familiars preserving successfully my master-servant l**k with the minions! The spell was completed! I have made it, I have created it… My Archive! One last spell to hide how it looks and everything will be done… The archiv

As I squeeze myself out of Mage, i can feel the heat burning against my skin ,I need to help them,I was useless when they did the spell first , I am not sure what happened ,everything is just a blur right now. Okay, I'll concentrate the hot air around Mage itself,the fire seems to be hurting him ,he usually reaccts to attacks very fast,so seeing him like this is very new,it's good,it means we can defeat him, even this monster is not entirely invisible. "Dawn!Are you alright?!"I turn back and see Adam, who's burning and healing at the same time,my god,he must be in so much pain,why is he so shocked though,I guess age capturing me made him worried.He hurries over to my side and I immediately t

Tears slipped down my cheeks but my voice sounded more confident. "He must have known we were coming, he knew what we passed through to get here. The death traps and all placed in this godforsaken place." My voice finally broke. Cass tried to blink at me, warning me to keep my tone subtle. "All we need to do is make him see reasons why he should assist us." "Assist us? Our community is getting destroyed because a mad ancient warlock is on the loose, Lord Adam." "He goes around killing vampires and causing havoc in his bid to have his revenge on Alaric the first's offsprings." Cass pointed out.

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

Drom walked out from the throne platform and over to the table, "It would be nice of you to introduce yourself and tell us who you represent." "Oh, sorry, my apologies, I must have forgotten my manners. My name is Ladzgery Tyndale, and I come from a kingdom outside the walls, and I am here as a representative of my domain, I am a soul magician." "How dare you bring the accursed arts into our kingdom!" Rovier cried out, the others lashed back at Tyndale, some angry, most of them afraid.

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

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

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.