Court Mage Novels & Stories

Carol then froze when she realized that Cassy had said The legendary mage and not a legendary mage, but Paige didn't know that The legendary mage existed, so she asked her puzzled, "Do you know anything about The legendary mage… Cassy, very few people know of his existence, it's been a long time since the mark of the pentacle appeared and many people have forgotten about him." Cassy didn’t know what to do but she was really scared right now so she said to her, "I have something to confess to you but first I want to know why your family seems to know about this mark and The legendary mage?"

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

They took a stepped backward, the five hooded men in white cloak that Mayari presumed as mages surrounded her with caution. "You all are better off running for your lives." Mayari coldly spoke. But her enemies didn't budge. Now they are beyond saving. "Do not be full of yourself, arrogant girl!" An old man's voice came from the hooded figure with long white cascading beard. "We have cultivated our magic since infancy. What makes you think that a beginner like you have a chance in defeating us!" "High end mages, I see." Mayari responded with a nod. "But I'm not referring to my magic being compared to the five of you."

After all, Jake never cared about anything except for his fame. A tall man's figure appeared as I opened the woody door with my right hand. My eyes widened as I realized the man in front of me was somehow familiar. He was dressed in a mysterious black cloak. The figure smiled as he approached me. "Hello there. Do you still remember me? I was there during the modeling event," he said, and I relaxed. "Ah." This man was the person who caught me eavesdropping Damien's conversation before. Is he also a mafia? To think we never know if someone is dangerous... The world is, indeed, complex.

The mage radiated confidence when he spoke about being a mage; it's another term for powerful spellcasters and they are levels. "I didn't know you are as fast as vampires," "We are far better and stronger than vampires, " He had an arrogant smile on his lips. It suited him. "Remind me your name again?" I squinted my eyes. "I didn't tell you," "Well, what's your name," "My name is unimportant," He dismissed with a wave of his hand.

She's holding a candle, and to my insanity, he lights up her candle with his eyes. Oh, dear goddess… My squirming starts again but it's futile. There's no way I can free myself and escape these demons. Not without Amber. And sadly, I don't feel her presence anymore. "There are rules to this, Richard. And there are consequences if you do break any," The Mage says, coming to stand between the both of us. But she's facing Richard and her ancient - tattooed back was to me. He nods but doesn't stop muttering whatever it was. His gaze is intently fixed on her and it increases the horror in them.

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.

“Is he your relative?” “No, My Lord.” The noble shook his head. He glanced at the man before answering, “The Lord is an archmage assigned by the king himself to administer lands east of Clementine forest.” “Ah, is that so?” Norman turned his head towards this arrogant, grumpy man. “May I be honored to hear of the lord’s name?” He was very respectful with his words since an archmage has immense power that could topple a town by himself, even a city if he exerts his best.

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