Great Mage Novels & Stories

An ugly servant with a crooked face, who had taken part in the game of the few purple chefs pouring wine into glasses, approached old Vierone with a fake smile, the gentleman of the nation withdrew for silence in the corners and spoke in whispers, with their ears on the mad merriment of the few researchers at the feast, and the innkeeper's servants held their merriment in full with the bottles of wine perishing until they emptied on the table, the clay jugs in anger were broken in a noisy din, and the trumpets sounded songs and trumpets of the mother of fire, the gift of the one who worships his glass in honor of his noblest friends. Old Vierone expected much from such a perindau until they

So, yes, she can be proud of her dear husband. My father and Matteo go closer to that hideous man. My father speaks, "So, here I am. I am listening. What do you have for me?" That man disagrees by nodding his head. "No! You have something for me, and that is the gem. The Heart of Magic, and I want it now! No more bullshits!" "Not again this nonsense." My father wrinkles his forehead in despair and tired by repeatedly listening for that damn stupid gem. "I have explained to you thousands of times I do not know where it is. I have never seen it in my life. I do not even know how it looks like.

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

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. They murmured together in quiet voices. Sending me furtive looks.

Too slow. And still, he couldn’t let go. Across the nave, the guild gathered in low voices around the ruins of the old choir stalls. Arguments rose and fell like a tide. “We can’t take him back there,” one voice spat. “You saw what happened in the night. The shadows moved through him. He’s already lost.” “He’s not lost,” Maera hissed, clutching her scrolls to her chest like a shield. “The rite is real. I’ve read the records myself. He can be severed.”

His thoughts turned to Mordred, his father and he wondered whimsically if he could replicate his original magic. After all, he had admired and envied him for his domain. It was only natural he thought about it at the moment. Mordred would lay out a domain in which he controlled everything that happened within it. Some called it reality manipulation, but the Grand Mage personally preferred referring to this power as simple architecture. The world made by this Magic was his to build. He could create anything within it, and he could just as well destroy. It was a power that made him invincible—worthy enough to be labeled as the strongest Grand Mage of the Kingdom.

James already knew of Mia’s motive for coming to Mount Nothingness. Her brother’s name was Mago Londyn. He was a prodigy that was only second to Thea several Epochs ago. During the previous Grand Tournament of the Universe, he lost to Thea. Discouraged, his cultivation rank plummeted from the Terra Ancestral God Rank to the Mystical Ancestral God Rank. Ultimately, he picked himself up and headed into Mount Nothingness, hoping to obtain great boons. James looked at Wystan and asked, “Who managed Mount Nothingness when there was no master?”

I started to say that we have made a council of Mages and another strong mage has joined recently but the older woman beat me to it. “She wasn’t any ordinary Mage, Your Highness. She was a Mage Wolf, the most powerful being after a dragon.” We listened to her, stunned. This…lore or information was never given to us, probably because no one cared about it until someone proved that the Pearl exists and that someone had been Brian’s mate who had been such a vermin to actually mate with him only for this information and then when they didn’t get enough of it, they just created havoc and hurt my brother. Now whatever information they have has been out there for a long time. Until we get the Pearl

Pack Talia's Alpha, Ares, approached me and gripped my arm in a warrior's greeting before standing beside his Beta Kole. "I can't thank you enough for your assistance yesterday," I said gruffly, looking at Ares and then at Magnus. Magnus nodded his head but said nothing, he was never a wolf of many words. His pack was from across the plains and surrounded by large valleys. They mostly dwelled in caves and cliffsides of canyons. Many of the Zaire pack shared his features; his skin was dark and golden which contrasted greatly against the bright yellow of his eyes. "I'm just sorry we couldn't bring more reinforcements," Ares said shaking his head. "We tried to convince other packs to join us, b

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.