Court Mage Novels & Stories

They thought so highly of themselves now that Tamara had already won the competition. She watched Elder Zeparu and Dreyson just nod their heads while the other packs tried to greet them. And the last man… What was his name again? Oh, Kage Esmeray, Elder Zeparu’s brilliant apprentice looked so intimidating and cold. Lamina wickedly grinned. They always had their own upper hand. When Plan A didn’t succeed, then another plan could be done. But her smile vanished into thin air, the moment Arlan declared the arrival of the King and Queen.

“After I’ve already been blinded by you shiny castle.” She chuckles, “ It’s a security mechanism; disorient your enemies before they reach you.” Yeah, your enemies and unsuspecting guests… What the hell?! My vision returns a bit, only blurry at the edges, by the time the carriage slows down. The carriage rolls to a stop near the huge entrance steps. A man already waits outside. He’s tall, elderly and immaculately dressed. Well…. as immaculately dressed as you can be in desert clothes. “The royal butler,” Zahra murmurs before stepping out.

Within the Falcone family, the capo's position was second only to the underboss. "What happened?" His voice was deep and authoritative, with a heavy Itarroan accent. Galvan immediately ran to him as if seeing a savior. "Mr. Mario!" He pointed at Reuben and me. "These two conspired to frame me! And Reuben injured my men in the company! You must get justice for me!" 'Mario will help me; I still have a place here,' he thought. Mario frowned at us. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. "Wait."

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the great hall of the Crimson Citadel. Within its stone walls, a storm of judgment brewed. Rows of vampires, nobles and elders alike, filled the arched chamber, their crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation and disdain. At the head of the hall sat the council of judgment—King Draven, with his dark crown of thorns, Queen Aurora beside him in regal silver, and five ancient elders robed in twilight silk.

Every detail of his attire spoke of tradition, legacy, and the weight of responsibility that came with leading a kingdom. Soft music continued to serenade us as I approached Liam. He extended his hand, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "You look beyond breathtaking, Daliah," he whispered, his voice a melodic undercurrent in the enchanting garden. The ancient and revered ceremonialist, a mage known throughout the realm for his wisdom and mastery of magic, approached the forefront. His robe, a celestial tapestry of deep indigo and shimmering silver threads, flowed with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The robe bore symbols and sigils representing the intricate weave of time and t

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

"You think I would give up that easily, you really don't know who you are dealing with mage, I been through things your brain can ever think off, why do you think this little issue will stop me" "And if you must know I'm a hybrid like you but my other half is quite dangerous so I lock him away so no one is able to sense him to anyone around me I'm just a mage" Mr mage said finally stopping at a page of his spell book. "and what might your other part be that you have to lock him away Mr mage". "Keep pestering me and you will find out" Mr Mage said as he took the book in his hands walking towards the gate of the cell Serena was locked in,

I decided. One of the vampires coughed at my endearment for the king, stifling the noise right away. “I’m Mercy,” the female mage volunteered. I shook my head. “Can’t remember that. There’s no mercy in this cut-throat world. You’re Barbie to me.” I nodded at the younger mage sitting next to her, “Fin,” then turned to the older mage who also studied me with academic interest. “And the old gentleman is Smooth.” “Forty-two isn’t that old,” the mage said.

His pleasantries were swift and pleasing. Corvinus leaned more forward and slightly hovered down before the old mage. As his name implied, the old mage is a very potent and old magician in the wizard confranity. His magical prowess are so strong many believed he was directly empowered by gods and by the word gods, they believed he was a descendant of the legerdemain tribunal lowest authority known as the mages below the prime mages. "My honour for you to be here Old man, I'm so pleased!" Corvinus mouthed as he approached the man, his face was serious and determined but hidden behind his smiling face, he was able to make sense out of his adore face.

To the fact that she received the word but not the context that would make it clear. "That is what I don't know," she admits. "She was there for maybe a heartbeat. Just long enough to say one word. Then she was gone." The air changes. Subtly. Instantly. A ripple passes through the courtyard like a disturbance in still water. Like something heavy has just dropped from above. "Oh it is both," a voice says cheerfully. We all turn. The Mage appears to have always been there as he stands a few feet distant. He is, of course, wearing purple underpants and a bright green shirt that don't belong on the same person, let alone in the same universe. His footwear are mismatched. Something that looks rem