Advent Of The Dark Mage Novels & Stories

"You think love will save you? Lena is already slipping away from you; she's weak just like you, and soon the darkness will consume her too. Your child? It's only a matter of time before they are all mine as well. You are fighting a lost battle little wolf" I could see Adrian struggling to maintain his composure as my words hit him in the right spot, I was proud and happy. He made a sound, the pain in his chest intensified, and the dark magic pulsed; trying to take advantage of his doubt, he faltered for a moment, but he quickly refocused.

Chiri could hear their malicious whispers. Dhryzic’s were abominations for mages. They were criminals that possessed no dark magic lineage, but who had the audacity to use it for their own purposes. Unlike elemental mages, anyone that displayed even a remote affinity for magic could become a dark mage through study. However, to do so without descending from a family that held a long tradition of dark magic was forbidden. Considered, the bane of pureblooded magic mages Dhryzic’s were abominable creatures, only deserving of the lowest positions within their society.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

His gaze drifted to her from the ground, nodding as he understood the look in her eyes. “Shine bright, Alexis”. He whispered in her ears. She steeled her heart and turned to the one responsible for this mess. Her hands raised, unleashing the beast she had contained for a bit too long. The dark shadows caused shivers among spectators and when she found her target disguised as a young man. “Darron Kaedmen, on the account of possessing the Emperor with shadow magic, as his mage I strip you of your ability to perform shadow magic”, and just like that, the façade of a young man broke revealing an obese, wrinkly raisin.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

A hurried look around told me we were in his bedroom. I looked down to see I had been dressed, I was simply wearing a shirt ten times my size, it was obviously his. “Untie me!” I cried out but my words came out heavily muffled. I shook my hands furiously attempting to use my powers even though I knew how dangerous it was to do that and much less in front of Damon. The Dark Moon pack held a profound loathe for witches, and Damon’s orders were that anyone found within the pack or trying to sneak through was to be slain immediately.

It was so out of place here that I couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips. The man didn't prance about like my first opponent. He simply stood, stopping his tongue motions–probably because he could see that it didn't scare me–staring at me. His stare was cold, probing, as if trying to crawl inside my head and twist something there. That was when I knew. Our gazes locked, and the certainty washed over me like a tide—I had found the one behind the handkerchief from earlier, the one laced with dark magic meant to knock me out. He was no ordinary fighter. He was a mage. A dark mage.

> If this goes on I’ll lose for sure… The emperor and his knights… on top of that Lukretus and Canditia are also helping… I’ll go out of mana, if this keeps on…luckily she was on my range…