Advent Of The Dark Mage Novels & Stories

They eventually come across the boss when they are further into the dungeon, killing mobs while the mages light the way. The fight would become very serious… to the point where the mages would need to focus and concentrate their magic on offensive and defensive spells and eventually forget about their role as a lamp. If, in those few seconds, their gear switches to combat and they forget to illuminate the surrounding area, what would happen? The result is chaos. The monster would already be adapted to the darkness and dim light. A multitude of dead bodies lying all over... The hunters would have become the hunted. There are, in fact, groups that can fight in the darkness, but they are few in

Nathan paused, and surveyed the room. "Dark mages are the definition of pure evil. They are mostly influenced by demons, triggered by evil situations, and so they can never be good. Not when anger, sadness, penury, famine and all those things make them happy, make them rejoice. They rejoice in the death of the people because it fosters their sacrifice to their demons which make them stronger. Most have drunk so much blood that they are now otherworldly. If we are then to put the facts together, we will see a pattern, Legardo joining hands with vampires, and then dark mages, I can't…" Another pause which hightened the dread that have descended in the room.

34 – Lauren Meridian Water The darkness felt like a cloak wrapped around my thoughts. The spell casting had drained me, not just physically but emotionally too. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my knees, as I stared at the faint moonlight seeping through the window. Dark magic left marks on me—not visible to others but etched deep into my soul. A part of me resisted the shadows that lived within me. I felt like an intruder in my own body. Even as a renegade from the Kingdom of Umbra, I wasn’t a creature of darkness, and now my mind was at war with itself.

His pristine white robes, so practical and dignified in the clean, dry halls of the Sylvanae Archive, now felt like beacons announcing his foreignness in this twilight realm of dark wood and blue-glowing lanterns. "Stay close," Eliad murmured, his hand never straying far from the knife at his belt. "Dark elves love nothing more than separating tourists from their purses." Aldergon nodded, not wanting to call out Eliad’s rascism, but he knew the dark elves of this city did have a strong criminal underground. The humidity clung to his skin, making his robes heavy. Unfamiliar scents: some sweet, others pungent, and especially the marsh water, assaulted his senses from all directions.

I was glad he asked, because I couldn't even find my voice to speak. "There are light mages and dark mages," Elder Fabian explained, sounding far too calm for the situation. "Light mages give life, warmth, and health. Dark mages... they bring death." I shuddered, a cold chill running down my spine. Thank Goddess I was a light mage. "Your magic broke free of its binds when it sensed you were in mortal danger," Fabian continued. "It recognized the toxin and expelled it from your body to save you. Congratulations, Lady Raven."

It was unfortunate for the dark mage to underestimate his opponent. Suddenly, a figure flashed and appeared not far away from us. It’s the dark mage! Whoa, he survives that attack! Not bad. This dark mage is strong! As expected of someone from a middle realm. “Heh. I admit I underestimated you. However, that’s not enough to kill me! Kekeke!” the dark mage bellowed. However, there was a glint of vigilance in his eyes and looked somber. He glanced at me as though my presence was a threat to him. He was so eager to kill me just now, but he suddenly distanced himself warily.

I breathed, my heart crashing, my mind stumbling back to Jayden's body mashed up against me, his growls in my ear as he screwed me bare, a temporary relief from this kind of horror. "They're finished?" the young healer inquired, her voice lifting on hope, blind. I laughed. "Nah, kid, they're just getting started." My tone was black, my eyes fastened on the shining rogues. "Warning!" David yelled over the chaos. "They're using dark magic!" But he shouted too late. Dark energy blast emanated from the rogues, a wave of dark power that knocked all of them off their feet, rogues and warriors falling to the ground in a heap, the forest trembling from the impact.

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

Fenrir moved beside me, keeping the remaining enemies at bay while the light continued to radiate outward. One of the dark mages, however, was faster. He lunged at me with a blade infused with black energy, aiming for my side. I barely twisted out of the way, feeling the tip graze my cloak. The pull of the seals flared violently, warning me, warning Fenrir, warning everyone. Marcus shouted again, coordinating the attack. “Do not let them escape! Focus on the leader!” I glanced across the clearing and saw him—the one commanding the dark mages. His cloak shimmered with dark magic, and his eyes glowed with an unnatural light. This was no ordinary enemy. This was someone who knew our strengths,

I’m in his realm now. And he’s waiting. The Dark Mage stands at the center of a broken altar, cloaked in shadows that move when he doesn’t. His face is ashen, angular, and cold. “You failed,” he says flatly. I don’t flinch. I’m too angry to flinch. “I was close. Damn close. I had her right where I wanted—” “You failed,” he says again, louder now. “The twins are alive. The mother is alive. You’re a prisoner. You are a good-for-nothing wolf who talks more than he acts.”