Advent Of The Dark Mage Novels & Stories

We all sweared Dwarfs were just some made up species in a children’s book, but turns out they are real. The next week I was with Elder Darnell learning 6 Dark spells: Cloying Darkness, Darkvision, Flood of Darkness, Night Vision, Troubled Sleep, Weak Dark Bolt. I swear to the Moon Goddess the Bolt spells are my favorite ones to learn. For these 6 spells I did great and picked them up quickly.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Not to forget the loss of my own powers accompanied with prolonged amnesia. " Now is not the time. I will explain later. You guys need to get out of here... This place isn't safe. There are Dark mages after you.... " " After me? Who is after me? Why? " I knew I screwed up. " Are you talking about those creatures with eyes borrowed from hell? " She asked. The exact description of a Dark Mage. " Yes! It's them. There is an entire flock of them, lurking around this place. " I confirmed.

His dark magic seemed to draw strength from the very walls of the stronghold, and Marinetta could feel her energy waning. “We can’t let him escape!” Marinetta shouted, her voice strained. “We need to end this now!” Harley, his eyes blazing with determination, launched a powerful attack that momentarily disrupted Lysander’s defenses. Marinetta seized the opportunity, her claws and teeth flashing as she closed in on the dark mage. In a final, desperate move, Lysander unleashed a torrent of dark energy that sent Marinetta and Harley sprawling. The dark mage’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he prepared to deliver the finishing blow.

"Aleister trained Aiden and his twin sister Addison in the eastern empire,they had lived like commoners and when the twins clocked eighteen ,Aleister knew it was time. A ring was given to Addison and a necklace to Aiden by their mother before she died,the necklace and the ring were royal identities which was given to Alarie by his father before he died. It could break any black magic spell. Aleister,Aiden and Addison sneaked into the royal house in the northern empire where most of the vampires controlled with black magic were working as slaves,the twins were able to set them free with the necklace and ring,together they fought against the dark witches.Addison and Aiden fought side to side a

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

I should have known he would not have been this overly welcoming. Alpha Ben rushed to my aid but it was to late. The next thing I knew was just darkness all around me.

The portal opened with astonishing ease. We materialized in the Temple of Silence. The place was enveloped in the stench of sacrifice and despair. We saw the desecrated altars and the vandalized symbols of the Triple Moon. And there, in the center of the main altar, was he: Adrik, the architect of my pain, the master of Dark Magic, surrounded by the last remnants of his guard. Adrik looked at us. His eyes, filled with Black Magic, first showed utter confusion. He expected a broken Bond, a surrender. But when he saw me and realized my new power, what I had done, and what my moon eyes and the triple mark shining on my chest represented, the confusion turned to pure terror.

“I was hoping you would do that. This is a telescopic bar. It can elongate but will not shorten unless you know where to push.” I started panicking. I was immobilized with my legs spread wide—an invitation for my tormentor. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I stiffened. The dark lord moved closer, pulled the sheets from under me, and covered me with them. “Don’t be afraid,” he said with that same smirk on his face as he walked to the door.

A faint, bloody crimson haze clung to it like a vile mist. Three figures stood before the tree. They weren't the hulking brutes I'd expected from the eastern feint. They were lean, dressed in dark robes, their hands raised as they chanted in a low, guttural language that scraped against my mind. Their eyes were rolled back in their heads, seeing nothing but the corrupting spell they were weaving. Mages. The Crimson Sun hadn't just sent warriors; they'd sent practitioners of their twisted art. Adrien didn't hesitate. With a snarl that was more beast than man, he launched himself at the closest mage. The man had time for a single, startled glance before Adrien's claws ripped through his chant,