Bj Archmage Novels & Stories

“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.

Archie wanted to damage the beast as soon as possible, so he ordered his personal team to do the same. Archie was a ranged attacker. His most basic strategy was to hit the beast's blind spot. In fact, he was really good at it. He was making several sneak attack on the Manticore's blind spots while the beast was busy fighting Grisha. Though his attack were not dealing any damage, they still hindered its movements enough to be called as skilled support. The remaining members of the restraining party were also still trying to hold the beast back, but for most them the target was just too fast.

The temple sending Archmages was no joke; it would mean nothing but a threat that would come; a big threat to Glacia. “Forgive us for having you wait, Your Highness. I am Arch Garaman and with me is my apprentice, Pallet,” said the one with the silver chains. “We carry some disturbing news from the Elder Magus himself.” Arth had to swallow the lump in his throat, to brace himself, while trying to maintain his calm expression. “I’m hoping it’s not as big as it would seem.” The two mages exchanged glances, and that just made Arth more worried, his one heel bouncing on the floor.

The cherry and soft spoken ones that greeted Captain Carmen Ildroun is, Captain Arwyl Maedrym, an Elf, and also a captain in the Aeternum Royal Military, Mage Division, she is what people say a usual image of an Elves, her long blonde hair were braided neatly, paired with the new, White and Blue uniform of the Mage Division it can be said any normal people can easily mistaken her as the Elves princes. Still underneath that cherry and warm person, she is a Peak Tier 3 Mage, and also nicknamed a ‘Blood Mace Wizard’ a title that she obtained after Joining the Hallerus Civil War and also the Alemia Nation Noble Uprising where she stood by the High General Bina and crushing the enemies skull with

“King Drake is my daughter’s mate. He’s on our side and if you kill him, it will be an act against the Guardians.” “We understand that our alliance is new and tentative, but we wouldn’t have asked you to join us if we didn’t trust Drake. Please think carefully before ruining the tentative bond we've created by trying to hurt him,” Guardian Angel says, moving to stand in front of me and partially in front of her daughter. I notice she said 'trying' to hurt him, meaning, they have no intention of letting the witches hurt me.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

I knew exactly what he meant. “Stick to your fire magic,” he continued. “You came first in the Test of Brilliance, so that puts you at an advantage. And I saw your movement and control—you’re a solid mage. Trust that.” I folded my arms. “So I’ll be fine win or lose, because I nailed the intelligence test? But that was thanks to my inner beast.” “Your inner beast?” He gave a short breath. “Jade, I’m saying be smart. Against a real threat, you might lose control and shift.”

“13th of Month of Snow (November). HAHAHAHAHAHA they lied! The church lied! The royal family song! The tower lied! Everyone lied to me! My enemies have finally joined forces, but I am not afraid. I will use this opportunity to destroy them. I will use facts to teach them that the generations of weapons and knowledge cannot be reciprocated by numbers alone and low level mages. Besides, it's not like I don't have subordinates. As for the higher-tiers, heh heh. Have they forgotten who I am? I will show them you they are messing with, no one messes with me without getting a bite. I will make them pay tenfold! Mark my words!" I felt complicated reading the first entry. Does that mean she was betr

Clan Herbert, stern-faced, strode through the gathering and stopped before Logo. After appraising him for a moment, the peak ninth-tier Slaughter Knight unleashed his extraordinarily keen perception, enveloping Logo completely. Logo instinctively tensed, every muscle tightening at once, but soon forced himself to relax. More than ten seconds later, a flicker of surprise passed through Herbert’s eyes, and the severity in his expression softened. Yet he did not render judgment at once. Instead, he turned to a rugged middle-aged man standing nearby in a crimson mage’s robe. Doug Borgia, one hundred and ten years old, known as the Blazing Flame Mage, was an eighth-tier fire-attribute spellcaster

Mind shock Lv 1 (39 AF due to low AF) [Spells:] None [Affinities:] None [Name: Bone Golem] [Tier I (0% towards Tier II)] [Race: Lesser Bloodwood Golem] Abyssal force: 40/40 [Attack: 6] [Defense: 6] [Dexterity: 6] [Agility: 3] [Intelligence: 4] Skills: Sharpen LV 1 (5 AF) Bone Manipulation Lv 1 (15 AF) Spells: None Affinities: None [Name: Banshee Golem] [Tier I (0% towards Tier II)] [Race: Lesser Bloodwood Golem] Abyssal force: 40/40 [Attack: 8] [Defense: 2] [Dexterity: 2] [Agility: 8] [Intelligence: 3] Skills: Banshee scream Lv 1 (10 AF) Echolocation Lv 1 (passive)