Isekai Journey Of The Magic Archer Novels & Stories

We had our family now: no magic, no ancestors, no reapers. The End

If she caught hold of my arm, she'd sink my battleship-fight lost, war over. The throbbing in my chest only increased with each step I took, while a trickle of sweat ran down my spine, and despite the discomfort of attempting an escape, the satisfaction of defiance outweighed the side effects. This was one game I planned to win. I was younger. I was faster. And I wanted to leave more than Sarah wanted to stop me. "Miranda." It was a warning-one I didn't heed.

Sachiko tried to stop it, but it seemed to be in vain. “I WON’T LET A TRAITOR LIKE YOU STOP US!!” Isabel ignored her and continued to chant. “I order you to erase the existence of beings here, and eliminate them from space and time...” Sachiko's subordinates find Alisa and Floria on the shore and try to capture them. "YOU WON'T RUN!!" one of them shouts. “Flo, they're coming.” Alisa panicked, while Flo focused on creating a ball of her dense magic. “I, Isabel Campania, the creator of this sacred technique, for the last time, release you...”

Quick on her feet, she plans to go back to her room and hope the duke wouldn't find out that she eavesdropped. ...... "Was someone behind me this whole time?" Reynold asked while looking over his half-destroyed window. "I thought I saw hands. I wasn't sure but it surprised me." "You need to relax." Reynold felt another headache coming along. He posted a request on the guild about a magic instructor that has experienced of at least a level C rank under their belt. The one who took the request was a magician who fit the bill. Reynold had taken a look at her past achievements and didn't find anything wrong with her. Her attitude however might come clashing with his daughter.

He drew his sword right away but Elise was quick to seize it by her telekinetic powers. The two men who entered the room were naturally surprised by this. The second one touched the shoulder of the other as if to warn him. “Who are you?” Eric was the one who questioned now. He must have recuperated from his shock earlier, and now he was even unconscious that he was also speaking in Turkish, which was supposedly weird. However, with their magical journey, there was nothing impossible now, so he must have taken it for granted. The sword was in Elise’s hand but was not pointed at anyone but the floor.

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.

“I promise, I’m on my way.” A weak vibration wobbled through the string, taking his hope with it. “Archer!” He opened his eyes, not sure if he’d just heard a response… Instead, he found Eli in the entranceway to the tent. “Come on,” they said, grabbing his arm. “I’m about to do healing magic and you’re still sick!” “Just leave me to die…” Archer grumbled. “Nope!” Eli said, dragging him out of the tent. Eli, for being a cleric, was surprisingly strong. Archer was pulled over the dirt and grass before he was plopped next to Mikael.

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

And a man stands before an arcane storm. A man with silver hair. Eyes like dying stars. A smile like a blade. The architect—alive, human, and crowned. Kael’s voice pierced her mind from somewhere distant. “Alessia! ALESSIA!” She couldn’t answer. The vision swallowed her. She saw the architect reaching toward the sky—pulling luminousness into his palm. The city trembled. The storm cracked. And Arcana fell. Not destroyed by war. Not swallowed by sea.