Archmage Restaurant Novel Novels & Stories

Their bodies were slender and well taken care of, which told me that they were a part of something larger since they worked under someone. I tried to crawl on my knees over to the kitchen without trying to draw attention to myself, however I forgot that I couldn't always tuck away my wings, and they harshly bumped the island counter that was in the kitchen, which caused me to yelp out in surprise—which was just long enough for them to turn their attention on me. "Look at this," the first one that had spoken earlier, spoke to me. "She returns the Valkyrie. The half breed." "I want this one to myself." The second one locked on to me, her black soulless eyes gazing at me. Torturing me.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. Alastair was the same. Hector couldn’t handle being a third wheel and teleported to another garden. Ready to read away at his novel, but he couldn’t concentrate. His mind was preoccupied by his life that seemed so much like one of his stressful novels. He hoped the ending would be as satisfying as his novels. “I bought up the bill today, at the brass palace. The aristocracy is currently in chaos”, Alastair chuckled as he recalled their shocked faces. Some agreed as long as the vampires were under strict laws and others had bluntly fainted.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Thanks." Casey handed over her loyalty card, still distracted by the strange man. "Double shot today, please. Covering Mika's shift." "Rough," Prisha sympathised, punching in the order. "Hey, did you ever finish that dragon book you were working on? My niece is obsessed with dragons lately." Casey's attention snapped back. "Still working on it. Turns out writing a novel while working at fast food isn't the productivity hack they advertise."

Archer got his dark hair and brown eyes from his father but is a few inches taller and many pounds lighter than his dad. “It’s a little early,” Archer starts. “But is anyone hungry? We can do brunch instead of lunch.” “That’s fine with me,” I say. “I’ll gladly go out.” Mr. Jones pats his stomach. “The breakfast at the hotel was terrible.” “There’s a cute little Mexican restaurant down on the corner.” Mrs. Jones motions behind her. “I could really use a margarita right now.” She nudges me. “Maybe we could split a pitcher.” “Uh…yeah.” I look at Archer, who grabs his phone and wallet from the coffee table. I pull my purse up over my shoulder and go to the door, waiting for Archer.

Amberleigh thought it was the beginning of a bad joke, a chef, a hooker, two gangsters, and a billionaire walk into a bar. Well, there technically was a self-service latte bar at the fancy medical complex, but it was really just her exhausted mind running away with her that night. Or more correctly, that morning as they were on the cusp of dawn. She would need to make a stop at that latte bar or violence was likely to happen.

Central Library Archer left Nian's lips after a few more kisses, touching his brown hair and looking at that magical butterfly brooch he use to hide his real appearance, he didn't know how long they had passed lost in their bubble, kissing each other and recognizing his other half. They didn't even know how they ended up sitting on the floor between two large piles of books surrounding them; the alpha was simply enjoying the company of his mate, acknowledging him from head to toe.

The dark academia, gothic look, makes the place feel old and maybe a little creepy, but also cosy. The candles, floor to ceiling bookcases and abundance of blankets and cushions on the sofas look so inviting and I can’t wait to curl up in front of the open fire with a book. Hopefully there will be something I like amongst the hundreds of titles that line the walls. It makes me wonder what Amarragh is like, seeing how he lives. I never really got to meet him properly, I was tucked so far under Phoenix’ arm on the boat I didn’t even get a proper look at the new man. “Would you like some more?” Braydon smiles as I lean back in my seat and open the button of my jeans. I have never eaten so much

Sage did the honor of placing our orders while on the other hand, I was lost in the beauty and sophistication of the restaurant. "Lyra" Sage snaps me out placing a hand on mine. "Yes?" "You don't like--" I shake my head, "No. It's beautiful." He smiled. "Why are there no other people?" "I booked the whole place for us tonight lyra. It's just you and I" He responds warming my heart. "You can do that?" I couldn't help but ask doubting the power of the Micklesons. He chuckles, "Oh baby, I own this place"

"Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!" I lunged for the Anchor just as the silver arrows struck the stone. The combination of my "Editor" energy and the conductive silver created a backdraft of pure, white-hot narrative force. The clones shattered into glass shards. The purple mist was sucked back into the pillar. And then, the voice of the Author changed. It went from a scream to a glitchy, distorted whisper. “Fine. You want a different story? You want a mystery? Then find the Architect. Book Two: The Silent Kingdom. Coming... never.”

Mages spell components were both odd and slightly disgusting, I decided, as I picked through the inn keeper’s kitchen. It was a large room, used not just for the preparation of food, but for much of the family’s time. The walls were lined with shelves holding everything from crockery to buckets, and the roof was strung with hocks of meat and drying herbs. Rivyn had to duck to avoid some of the beams, warped and roughly shaped, they seemed to sag in places. The floor was stone, scattered with thresh and debris from the cooking, resulting in a less than savoury scent if it was kicked up underfoot.