Bj Archmage Novels & Stories

YOU EARNED THE CARD GRADE SSS INDESTRUCTIBLE SHIELD. A joyful voice manifested in the cozy room, Ariet the Archmage sat down on the soft bed, he had a languid and lazy behavior. Nothing like the suffering Archmage who said heroic words but unfortunates. "What happened after Ariet death?" the Archmage asked while stretching himself on the soft bed, he ignored all the mission's prizes. He was more interested to know what happened to his fool friends of this last world.

It carried an immense demonic force, kicking up everything around it. “Oh, sh*t!” Zephyr cursed. Based on Bodrick and his lackeys’ conversation, he guessed this was the doing of a stronger fighter within the Bone Hall, one who was busy training. Bodrick was an Agile of level six, which meant that his lord was probably much stronger than he was.

Highly experienced magus might have methods to protect their bodies if they weren't practicing also the Warrior Path, but those at the Mortal Rank had enough with trying to get Rank 1, so if they weren't practicing both Paths, they tended to have weak bodies compared to someone who practiced the Warrior Path. Aizu used that flaw to win the battle. However, she had to admit that her own spells were still worse than her opponent's, but Aizu had more battle experience due to her continuous practices with Golden, so she won the battle.

“We told everyone to stay nearby, and they’re the only ones who didn’t listen.” Amethyst—one of Jamal, Bella, and Gregory’s kids—is standing nearby and pipes up. “I overheard them say they wanted to practice some of the moves we worked on in warrior training this week.” She’s a hybrid witch-wolf, meant to eventually take over as the Priestess of the Maiden coven here in Arcadia. But she’s way more in tune with her wolf than her sister Freya. Honestly, I wonder if she’ll really step into the priestess role—or if her future lies with her alpha brother Finnegan’s leadership team. Maybe even as his beta.

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

"Transfer my power. Bind it to the Amerotha Forest." *

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

With the warrior's death, Archmage Anderson was able to sense that piece of his power disappear, prompting him to stop in his tracks and stare in the direction of the . 'Hoho. It seems like those juniors were indeed able to take care of my mess. Though it was a failure, it was still stronger than beings at that level, so for them to have taken it down means they show promise. Hmm, I should probably report this to the Sect Master, but I get the feeling that he and the rest of the elders will learn of this group soon enough. Especially that halfling.' Those were Archmage Anderson's thoughts as he turned around and resumed his journey. If there was anyone present and capa

She thought that archmage was the highest! "How abwout you, daddy? Were you a gureat archmage?" Santi shook his head as he pinched her chubby cheeks. "The jeweled eye possessors were in the level of Saint Archmage. We were above them." "Wow!" Minerva's eyes shone. Saint Archmage? That title sounded cool. Did it mean that she could become a Saint Archmage just like her father? "Wash Shaint Archmage the highesht, daddy?" "No," he smiled, "There was above the Saint Archmage–the Divine Archmage. Lorenzo and I tried to break through for years but we were unable to do so even now."

“Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.” A woman strode out of the ruins of the mage college. She paused, looking over at us, and the wind caught in the edges of her black cloak, and swirled the long tangles of her hair. Fierce, I thought, and arrestingly beautiful in the way of a wild creature, her eyes glowing like topaz within the black smeared deliberately in a band across her eyes, as if she wore a mask. Fingers had dragged the black down her left cheek in lines, and up her right temple.