Advent Of The Dark Mage Novels & Stories

The dark elves proved very useful to him, he almost brought the mighty Elven lands to their knees. The elves were the ones most favored by the Mages of the first order, the elves called them the Minaree(the guardians), and they were the ones who woke the mages from their slumbers to come and save the world from their kin, the Darkened one. The Darkened one was once the most beautiful of the Minaree before he was corrupted by darkness. It took all the efforts of all the races, even the backwater ones, and the Minaree to stop the Darkened one and his armies and sever his head from his shoulder, and locked away in a place known only to the Minaree. They told the races that even they did not hol

Kema's team was already there. The scene was one of ruthless coordination. A female mage with a scar across her right eye stood at the forefront, her hands glowing green as thick vines snaked up from the earth to entangle a snarling werewolf—from its yellow eyes and bloodstained fur, it was likely the same werewolf that had fled at the sound of Kema's voice. The beast thrashed wildly, its claws swiping at the air, but the vines held firm. The mage's face was taut with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow as her glowing hands trembled. Another mage moved swiftly, his fists encased in icy blades. With controlled movements, he struck at the rogue, forcing it to stagger back and weakening

It stood on two legs but was too unsteady by now. Its eyes glowed yellow, fur black as the night and soaked in dark red blood, its pointed ears hanging limply, one of them half torn off, and the huge gash in its neck spurting blood all over the grass beside it. It looked at them a little mournfully but its yellow eyes still held a deep hatred and it glared at them maliciously. Up close, it looked similar to Anubis but its features were even scarier and wilder looking. Its fur was so dark it seemed like a living sheen of swirling darkness as it moved. It tried to steady itself but in a flash, Anubis knocked it down and began tearing at its neck and face until its yelps went silent and only An

He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her. In a blink of an eye, he started to move at a normal pace. Every gracious step he took got everyone shivering from the power he possessed. He was different, he possessed a different Aura, he passed a different message with his eyes, and he commanded something dark just by being there.

With a weak smile, I dry my eyes on the cuff of my shirt, then concentrate on the text again. “While this gives dark magick, like unholy magick, an advantage in rate of casting and acceleration or amplification of the associated magickal turbulence, it provides a significant disadvantage over time. Specifically, dark magick, once cast, hastens towards its target, similar to an avalanche. While powerful and growing, it is nevertheless imprecise, inaccurate, and self-limiting, with the lowest energy state requiring more magick for sustained use and exhausting the user at an exponentially faster rate.

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."

Rhobart said and gestured with his head. Milton was fighting a Dark Mage in the middle of the courtyard, swords made of magic in their hands. The Dark Mage wore a long black and purple robe, and a long hood covered his face. Fire and Darkness met somewhere in the middle, and for a few moments, they did not seem to be enemies but lovers, or perhaps two souls that finally found each other. Darkness fought against Fire and tried to overpower it, but Fire wrapped itself around Darkness. Darkness fought hard, trying to escape the embrace of Fire, but soon they became one.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

His elite soldiers were all superior demons who were able to take on the appearance of humans, and since demons stopped aging when they became adults, their human appearances looked like men and women in their twenties which was perfect for infiltrating the Academies since they all looked to be in the same age range as the golden dragon. Everything was going according to his plan when a few hours earlier his most powerful Prophet had come to find him to tell him that the soul of The legendary mage had just arrived in Astoria and that he absolutely had to find him in order to eliminate him because this mage represented a great danger for his future plans.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.