روايات وقصص ضمن Court Mage

” The mage held the second stone in his hand apart from the other one. “Guards. Kill this traitor.” Dola ordered But the guards stood still defying their princess. “They won’t follow you anymore they have a new monarch. Me.” “Only a royal vampire can order the acolytes. Let alone hold thoses medillions.” “That or a were wolf.” Scott said buffled by the cue. “In a way your both right.” The mage pulled off his hood to reveal himself to be Sardonyx. “Don?” Scott’s eyes peeled wide open as his sister stood up, free from her chains.

Five mages were standing in the formation of a circle with one person in the middle and everyone removed their hoods at the same time to reveal their faces. “Mauve?” Acelin whispered as we all recognized the woman in the centre of the circle. It was Mauve Balfour, Chrone of the Amenite Mage coven and Tanya’s grandmother. Not only was she over five hundred years old, but she was a power. People stayed out of her way and she stayed out of theirs. Mauve was one of the few mages who was ambitious and power hungry but what cause she would have to ruin my coronation, I did not know.

He set the photos down and leaned back in his chair. Carter enters the office with a coffee for Leo. He sets it down and sits in the chair across the desk. "What's our next move with Mage and her father? We know he's leading the BOD( Board of Directors) in mutiny." Leo sighed nodding, his teeth biting on his lower lip. "Mage has no control. I think she is a pawn in her father's game but he hasn't made a move for marriage, so his plan must be more involved in the company."

“You’re saying the color I just saw isn’t—” “What you saw,” he interrupted me. “Is an energy level. Every mage has an energy level. When you don’t have a substantial energy level, it’s not visible to the human eye. If your swing of energy was visible, Zack could have died on the spot.” “Was it that lethal?” My eyes widened. Kael laughed. “It’s why mages are the highest-ranking soldiers. And why would I be surprised? Your father, Henry, was a mage, and Valerija, your mum, a badass one at that. You obviously took over from her.”

“Don’t even start Conor; I don’t care why you killed him. He was the best henchman I ever had, and you killed him over a woman! Sickening- Pathetic even!” Zachary started walking over to me. “Presently, there is a single Mage on this planet who possesses that same secret magic.” He grabbed me by my left arm and dragged me into the center of the open space and snapped his fingers. “Only one Mage can have the Death magic at a time. I bet you’ll never guess who that is, rat.” He hauled me to my feet and held my left arm tightly. I wish it weren’t me. “I’ll make you pay for not telling me about that magic sooner.” He hissed in my ear. “If you thought I wouldn't find out about this magic, I hope

Through Nora, they had learned about the old Mage who worked for Waai, who was the lead witch of the Capricorn Coven that was once banished from witches' magical society, ages before the first war. Mage Master was the only sorcerer alive today who was present at the time of banishment, a young boy then, a formidable witch now. Once he knew what they were up against, he decided not to let Dom go in alone like on the island. Magical help was needed to fight this crazy coven of witches which had managed to survive all these centuries alone.

I ask, skirting my way around the rug until I plop down in the brown, leather recliner. “Which one?” “The one I fell through,” I answer, thinking it obvious. I hadn’t gotten a look at the other, the place he’d pulled me to. “A slip-void, they’re used for travel. They’re not meant for inexperienced wizards,” he tells me as though it’s the dullest thing in the world. It makes me feel dumb. “Why?” “It takes a high level of magic to keep the primordial darkness at bay.” “Is the darkness dangerous?” he gives me a look that says ‘stupid question’, “Why did you leave it open then? Surely you could have kept me from entering.”

The special pale blue light illuminated the living room, further illuminating the old mage's patterned face. The wooden staff in his hand was carved with the image of a wolf's head, the old magician was sitting and chopping firewood to warm himself, seeing John come in, his hand wrinkled, trembling, his voice also urgent, "What's wrong?" "Is that person dead?" Mage said. John heard the old wizard's words, his face was serious, and he shook his head.