Kembalinya Sang Archmage Novels & Stories

With a flash, the chalice cracked, and its liquid flame extinguished in black smoke. Sforza shrieked as vines etched in the runes erupted from the earth, binding her retinue. Isabelle held her ground. “The Ember Circle’s power lies not in blood or brute force, but in the choices we make. Thus we dispel your darkness.” The ruins trembled. The vines released their prisoners, and Sforza retreated into the shadows, her curse broken. As moonlight bathed the abbey, Isabelle and Alexander stood triumphant knowing they had faced the ultimate test of their new covenant.

“You’re kidding me. That’s like a made-up story.” She snorts the exact same way I do. “I wish. But it’s true… or as much as the report says it is. It is impossible that he hasn’t tapped into his magick or he hasn’t felt it because he is powerful. We’ve been having reports of surges of elemental activities where he is located. Could also be the reason why he lives so isolated, is because he’s been trying to manage this alone for a long time and you know magick manifests at fourteen. So he’s been at this too long alone.”

> here it is… the question I have been avoiding for a very long time… I still don’t know how to tell them…I bet he already knows…after all this old man is none other than the captain of the frost knights and the archmage of winter…I bet he already felt my mana even though I sealed it with a glyph… Let’s act dumb for the time being…

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

the name suddenly came out of my mouth. “Moria?” there was wonder in his voice but I could hear the joy by my mere utterance of that name. “The Grand Arch Wizard has fully resurrected,” “Yes,” he nodded as if he knew all along. “We need to defeat him before he could even grow. We need to destroy him, this time without any trace left,” Before he could wield the chain of destruction once again, I need to put an end to him. But it would be hard to reach him with all those milieus executives guarding him.

he said, his voice distorted but clear. The scarred mage stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as they fixed on the tortoise symbol etched into my palm. “Interesting,” she murmured. “What does it mean?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. Her expression gave nothing away. “It means you have much to explain. But that’s for later.” She turned to the others. “She’s clean. Let her through.” “What about Blooby?” I asked, clutching the small mechanical knight to my chest. The mage’s gaze softened, if only slightly. “He can come—for now.” Relief flooded through me as the gleaming surface of the Border parted, allowing us entry.

“Kill him. I want you to shoot him. Shoot him straight through the heart, dead where he stands, just as you did Caliphus. You’re an excellent shot. I know you won’t miss, even with the dueling sabers. Besides, if he has me on the ground, it should make for an easy shot for you, should it not?” Kelvin nodded slowly, considering the sight in his mind, “Extremely.” He pictured in his mind the scene, Blackridge having overcome Kallida’s magic and knocking the sorcerer from his feet, disarming him. There would the Archmage stand with the point of his pyrite sword at the Inquisitor’s throat, waiting for him to call on redemption, and... pull. His fingers felt the string’s release as his eyes marke

She and Rhobart had a few hours of sleep before the Mages set the pyres on fire. Rhobart, Ayla, the Paladins, and Milton stood next to the new Arch-Mage—a woman called Syndra. The Arch-Mage Semias had appointed her as his successor months ago. Rhobart held a torch in his right hand, and the new Arch-Mage Syndra lit it.

But for what she gathered from some rumors, he was being cursed to live so many lives, travel through time and the worst was losing his memory. From the underworld realm it has been rumored that from his ousting absence, the Archangel had accumulated sovereignty with the agreement of the council of divinities and had grown strong. He, however, could not merely come back and assert what he had lost without the council’s support, and that would impose some diplomatic navigation beyond prudent pressure. “Milord, do you suggest that I cure the two lads? What if the boys die?” asked Camellana “...I promised to heal them in exchange for their dedication.”