Court Mage Novels & Stories

“Now next we welcome a holy monk in our midst. Please put you hands together for Wardric Waller,” Wardric stepped up and bowed to the crowd with his enchanting smile. He didn’t seem to have not one violent bone in him. “A Yulcite mage and the crown of his monastery, he is a well taught Yulcite mage and one of the most skilled,” the announcer complemented him.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

If one is not ready for that kind of power, one should not consider a mage as a worthy adversary. Lamag had been fighting enough mages in wars to know that mages are most dangerous just before they are at risk of dying. Their magic has the ability to multiply and explode uncontrollably in the hope of preserving the lives of the mages. Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power.

“Go on.” “A mage. One willing to get us through the Cursed Forest.” My pulse kicked. “Mages don’t work for the crown.” “This one doesn’t care. He’s not loyal to anyone but he’s willing to negotiate.” “Where is he?” “Not far. But…” Magnus lowered his voice. “He’s tricky and dangerous.” I smirked. “Good. So am I.” Magnus didn't argue. He turned and led the way. ---- The old mage sat inside what seemed to be a poorly lit tomb. His long, bony fingers tapping against a wooden staff that looked as old as he did. His sharp eyes followed Magnus and I as we stepped inside.

I said, accepting his handshake. "My name is Garrett Marcadi. I am the greatest mage in the history of magic users," he said, and I eyed him, unable to hide my skepticism. "You don't believe me?" He said, cocking his head. "Tell us why you are here," Denzel insisted. "Yes, your majesty," the mage said. In a blink of an eye, he'd transformed into a much younger man with sparkling black hair, which was gelled away from his face. His clothes were properly tailored and ironed. They looked expensive.

“You’re saying the color I just saw isn’t—” “What you saw,” he interrupted me. “Is an energy level. Every mage has an energy level. When you don’t have a substantial energy level, it’s not visible to the human eye. If your swing of energy was visible, Zack could have died on the spot.” “Was it that lethal?” My eyes widened. Kael laughed. “It’s why mages are the highest-ranking soldiers. And why would I be surprised? Your father, Henry, was a mage, and Valerija, your mum, a badass one at that. You obviously took over from her.”