Court Mage Novels & Stories

Oh, no. My head shot up. His purposeful look immediately putting me on edge. He strode across the Training Garden and caught my arm. Before calling over his shoulder. “Markus!” Markus, nicknamed Magus by Hawk, was the most promising of the senior mages. An auburn haired, green eyed mage in training. One we all knew Hawk shared all his spells with. Hawk favored him enough to nickname him a mage’s title. I wonder if he gifted him what a mage could do with a woman’s lock of hair? I grimaced. Remembering that word he’d said so many times.

Then Gerrard walked in. He didn’t look at me. Not even once. He sat at the head of the table. Gilmore served the food, and we ate in silence. Then Gerrard spoke. “I just want to say... I appreciate you both for being here in this difficult time,” he said. His voice was steady, but I could feel something serious behind it. “As you know, Magnus and I are at war. He will come after me. And to get to me, he might come after you too.”

“About meeting the village Chief … What if he will turn us over to the king? We are all wanted in the entire country of Glacia … are you not worried?” “Calm down, son. Magus Jade is an old friend of mine.” “Magus Jade?” The Chief nodded. “That is what we call him. He’s a retired Grand Mage from the capital many years ago. We’ve worked together during my time as a Grand Knight serving the crown. Have no worries. He can be intimidating in your eyes … but his heart is pure … he serves for the realm and not for the crown.” As they approached the Chief’s Den, Arth found many young mages carrying books while walking and chatting with their fellows. Seeing their white robe uniform had made him reme

“Are you a knight?” The innkeeper cast a glance over his shoulder at the gathered menfolk, who were all keenly following the conversation. I was glad I was not the only person to think he looked like one. “A mage,” Rivyn sat back on his chair. “Though I have competently wielded a sword on occasion,” he added in such a way that I knew with certainty that he was as much a knight as he was a mage, despite his demurring. The innkeeper agreed with me, his expression avid. “A mage knight,” he said. “That’s exactly what we need to kill this dragon.”

Angelo walked towards the door, put in the password and then opened the door. "My birthday?!" Justice exclaimed in shock. "Sir! There was an attack on the highway! There are up to a hundred people dead." A warrior reported. Angelo was stunned and so was Justice. "And the attacker?" Angelo asked. "A mage. Our warriors are holding him off but it's clear that they won't last." Justice's face turned serious. A mage? Why did this look like it was connected to the dragons? Why would they want to hurt the innocent? Justice walked over and stared at the warrior who was reporting to Angelo.

Jamie suddenly realised and said “ Gwydion.. but your...” “Yes, yes, the King's Mage! But please don’t take that title too seriously!” Dion said with a wave of the hand. Jamie gasped, the King’s Mage was a title given to the most powerful Arcane Mage in the country. They have to be of The Black Order, an order that only accepts the strongest Arcane Mages. It normally takes at least 30 years to get into the order, Dion had done it in just 9. “It is an honour to meet you, Sir!” Jamie said whilst she did her best to curtsy in high heels.

“Well ‘Mage that supposedly has no name’, I guess you don’t deserve to know mine.” Audrey said as she chose to ignore the mage. A lot could even be led to question why she would answer a person that suddenly dropped out of the sky. “I already know who you are Audrey.” The mage said. “How do you know who I am?” Audrey asked. “I am the high mage of the warlock community, revered by many for my feats and deeds. Knowing you is the least of what I’m aware of.” He boasted.

They stared fixedly at Ding Bang gauging his strength. One of them was the city lord, an Double S rank mage. He was an old man wearing a Red Robe while using his staff as support. Even though he acts like this, no one dared to underestimate him. Even the 3 patriarch have to bow their heads when they saw him.

One of the mages spoke, from the red woven into his clothing, Declan knew he was the high fire mage. “Indeed, but he cannot be the only one to be witness alone, there must be another,” One of the other men said, “I volunteer,” Aren said earning a frown from his grandfather. “Someone from House Silver Mountain?” “But we all know that the boy is friends with him,” “My grandson is not a liar!” Jasper said threateningly, quietening the men down. To offend Declan of House Storm was fine, he had no one, but Aren did and only a fool would mess with Jasper.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”