Archmage Transcending Through Regression Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"If you say one more word, I'll go to the infirmary and personally end that murderer's bloodline." He must have never seen this side of me before. Rory's eyes widened, finally realizing I wasn't bluffing. He scrambled back, clearing a path for my car, still muttering, "Impossible… this is impossible…" I floored the accelerator, the SUV's engine roaring to life. The tires spun over the gravel, kicking up a cloud of dust. Just as I was about to cross the border, Wyatt's voice exploded in my mind like thunder. The mind-link. Faye! Come back here! I command you as your Alpha!

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

fur. In the center of the bazaar sat a man hunched over a pile of flickering holographic projectors. He looked ancient, his skin a patchwork of scars and tech implants. But when he glanced up, Elara felt a surge of raw energy. His eyes were the deep golden color of a True Alpha. "The Healer and the Prince," the Archivist wheezed, his voice like rustling leaves. "You've come a long way to find a ghost." The Price of the Key

Chapter 41: The First Night The fire in the stone hearth crackled with a mocking warmth. It cast long and dancing shadows against the walls where the severed heads of beasts stared down at me with glass eyes. I sat in the heavy velvet armchair facing the door. My knuckles were white where I gripped the iron fire poker.

Rodriguez was still on his knees, the only one left, sobbing so hard he could barely hold himself upright. Draven walked toward him slowly, stepping over bodies the way most people step over puddles. He crouched in front of Rodriguez, gun still in hand, and the Alpha power radiating off him was so dense the man couldn't even look up. Just shook. "I don't accept excuses," Draven said. "I accept results. You failed." He raised the gun. I stepped out of the dark. "Wait." Everything stopped. Draven turned to look at me. His eyes were pure softened gold, his wolf so close to the surface I could see it in the tension of his whole body....barely contained, furious at being interrupted from somethin

No one could resist the absolute pressure of his lineage. Meanwhile, at the edge of the altar, piercing screams and the sound of chaotic scuffling broke out. "God! Alpha Kaden has turned into an Omega in heat!"

Having been raised by his father at a time when magical artifacts were still freely bought and sold, he grew an almost insatiable interest in magic and was keen on keeping the status quo of Alnoc as one of the remaining places in the empire that still practiced magic and where trading in magical artifacts still happened. Jad Enzir stood by the window and watched his servants as they approached the mankora with caution. They pushed a cartload of grain forward and tipped the contents to the ground as the giant bird looked with interest. Suddenly, the mankora flapped its wings and flew several feet above the ground towards the pile of grain. It would have landed nearer the pile but was stopped

“But barely.” Rage burned through me hot, focused, terrifyingly calm. I lifted my hand. The chains surged. Two of the hunters were slammed into the walls, pinned effortlessly. Another tried to cast a spell but it unraveled mid-gesture, eaten alive by the chamber’s magic. The leader staggered back, finally sounding uncertain. “You don’t understand what you’re becoming.” “Then explain it,” I said coldly. It paused, then laughed. “We don’t know,” it admitted. “Not fully. But we know what happens when the final chain wakes.”

The room folded in on itself, turning into a blank, white void. “He’s doing it!” Julian yelled. “The Architect is deleting the whole world!” “Go!” Aris shoved Maya and Julian toward a small, glowing crack in the ceiling. “The path to Chapter 100’s up there! I’ll stay and try to stop him!” “No! I won’t leave you again!” Maya cried. “You have to!” Aris smiled—just for a second, he looked like her gentle father. “A father always wants his daughter to have a better ending than he had. Now, run!”

Knowledge flows through me as the Index activates. It’s back huh? Finally. My blade reappears in my hand. “Let me tell you something, you all think I’m weak without a shard? Let me clarify, I was made Arch-mage before I learnt how to use my shard. still an Arch-mage, idiot! I raise my hand and the sky is filled with blue sigils. “Thurisaz!” The sigils rain down lightning which the berserker dodges easily, still dashing at me. The lightning is drawn to my blade again this time completely turning white. I absorb the energy and charge at the demon again, cutting off his arm before he can react. He roars in pain and charges at me again, but he’s In range this time. A sigil appears in my palm and