Court Mage นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

"Everything is odd. The lifeless bodies of the archers in the several strongholds were similarly weird, as though they were still alive despite the fact that they were clearly dead. I have a nasty feeling about all this." The magician was a hired magician. He was an A-rank wizard in the Brightwing Empire's Fire Tower. He was no genius, but rather someone who had risen to the status of A-rank via sheer hard work and time. And he certainly didn't want to die on such a battlefield. So he was already thinking of escaping on his own. Except for the Count, no one could stop him, but he could always wait for the Count to sleep. The count was wary of the mage's expression. If he couldn't recognize t

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.

he grimaces. “Why’s that?” I put on an exaggeratedly surprised face. “Since when does our court mage turn down free sex?!” “I prefer girls who are smaller than me, not equal to me in muscle mass or—worse—bigger,” he grumbles. “Insecure, are we?” I can’t help letting out a snort and quickly slap my hand over my mouth when I see the deadly look in those gray eyes. “Prepedollie,” he growls, “keep yapping and I’ll seal your mouth shut with magic. You’ll stay silent all the way to the palace!”

Vibrant green eyes landed on me and Hunter next to me. He smelled human. My eyes narrowed on him. Why is Magus out here secretly meeting with humans? I suddenly wondered if Hunter and I were the ones really betraying the Alpha. “Who is he?” I asked Magus. Magus gave me a sharp look. “An old friend.” “The mentor?” “One of them.” Magus was walking away to meet him. “Who is he?” “Hawk, Second Commander of the Mages.” Magus shouted as he jogged to meet him. Ignoring me.

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.

“Prince Rex! May I speak with you a minute?” Turning to see who owned the voice, he noticed a medium height woman, dressed in a long black robe with brown hair tied tightly into a bun on her head, she wore thick glasses and had a pale white complexion, like she did not see much sun. “Who are you?” Rex asked, turning towards the woman and walking over, this making the guard and the woman bow. “I am Rowina Ocron, the mage curator at the great library, I have some information that would be very helpful to you,” the woman said, lifting her head to speak, lowering it again when she was done.

Jokil approached Froster and offered a cigar, he declined. “Your quarry, is she a Battle Mage? he asked, tactfully blowing away the cigar smoke away from Froster. “Correct, she is a Battle Mage. Voltiir as well.” “This must be part of that new initiative, you think so?” Mangani Apemen had forejaws and molar tusks.