Court Mage Novels & Stories

I jerk away — it’s literally physically revolting. “Don’t twitch! Or I’ll end up fixing two bruises.” I watch as the man tries to concentrate, staring at me. A faint sweat beads on his forehead, his breathing grows faster — like he’s straining on a toilet — and his eyes take on a slight glow. “You’re a mage!” I say in surprised obviousness. “A mage… who’s a drunk!” I add with a mocking smile and a snide chuckle. Brafi’s lips tighten into a thin angry line, his eyes darken.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

Mages are trained to be alert because one wrong of a finger and things could go awry but I was not here to win or even get a decent place, was I? [Clyde] “We are ready for the second round,” Moran informed. I nodded pensively. “How is the kid, Zachary, I guess?” I asked “He is alright. Nothing too damaging,” he replied with a strained smile. I noticed how concerned he was, like me and my fellow judges. No one expected Valerie's charisma. I was stunned to see her retaliate and attach Zachary in that way. Even though pride curled around my heart like an ever-growing vine, I was worried. Even the head mage of the Mage’s Council, Rudra had a pinched look and I’ve never seen that man wear the lo

The high mage is rumoured to have lived closed to a millennia, but the man before her doesn't seem to have aged beyond twenty eight -maybe thirty - years, and so did his smoothening voice of an indigenous Briton sleek the already choking presence he wore. "Get on your knees when you are before me." He growls, forcing every nerve in her to respond to his command. "Rise!" She stands, meeting his face held up against hers; their eyes meeting. She breaks away from his gaze, and cower her head, hanging it while slowly shifting away from him. Her heart beats were already quadrupling, and even though she stands confidently, he still could see how afraid she is. "Out!" Turning to the naked women awa

Persuade her to submit to him before the moon. His close friend Magus took a seat next to him. Magus was a rare addition to their pack. A creature half mage-half wolf he was immensely rare. There was purportedly only one other such creature in existence. And he was allegedly the Commander of King Detry’s Mages Guild. “What are you so pensive about?” Magus queried. “Same thing you are, I’ve no doubt.” “I’m far less pensive than I should be.” Magus was trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk and failing.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

With urgency, she leaped out of bed, her heart pounding in sync with the tremors that now rocked the castle. As Maya rushed out of her room, she was met by Mage, her steadfast warrior bodyguard, who appeared at her side with alarming speed. Without hesitation, Mage guided Maya through the trembling corridors, his arm securely around her, leading her away from the crumbling structure. The walls groaned and trembled, as if protesting the violent upheaval that threatened to tear them apart.

Caden’s POV My father’s court mage arrived sooner than I had expected. I had barely finished explaining the situation when the heavy doors at the end of the hallway opened, and an elderly man in a dark blue robe hurried toward us with two younger assistants carrying wooden cases filled with magical instruments. His silver hair was pulled neatly behind his head, and several thin silver chains hung from his robe, each one carrying a small crystal that glowed faintly whenever he moved. The moment he saw me, his expression became serious because he immediately understood from the urgency in my message that this was not an ordinary request.

He looked at the crowd cheering at the scene and asked, “Is Kent Stow very powerful?” Leon looked at the two people who had already walked onto the stage, and his eyes focused on the handsome man in a blue suit and glasses. He nodded and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, to tell you the truth, Kent Stow is very strong! He’s a mage and one of the most promising candidates to become an archmage!” A mage? Hearing this, Philip’s eyes narrowed. There were not many mages in the disciple world. They formed their own faction and were said to be the darlings of heaven.

ill to stop the knight Michael from ending his sentiment, the king stood up with a smile and said forcedly with irony; "Knight knight, if the anger does not subside, then ask for your due forgiveness and withdraw your insult!" -Never sire, but because I want to forgive the impulsiveness of the prince I would like to say something about the boyar he hosts, Mr. Count, he knew for a long time and is a witness not as a traitor, but as a senior eternal , the master by his name is a Spanish robber who for lack of money robbed, killed, and in the meantime learned to wield his sword, came to London with evil thoughts plot your murder and without your knowledge as an ordinary servant he makes up his