Kembalinya Sang Archmage Novels & Stories

I can even hear the chattering of the magical creatures. I step into the entire hall. A combination of various herbs and ingredients, smoky incense, and strange chemicals fills the air. The scent of magic itself permeates everything, as if it has its own distinct smell. Someone approaches me and bows, "Welcome back, Mage Serra." I smile back at him, trying to remember his name. If I am not mistaken, it's Mage Elio. "It's been a long time," he adds. "Yes, it has," I reply with a smile of my own. "But please, call me Serra now."

“It says no one will die, soon after the seal is broken we will return to normal!” “Yeah, but are you willing to risk that!” “At this point, I'm willing to try anything Drom,” “This is crazy! There are no take-backs, no second chances, and all for what?” Dai raked the cover of the book and pulled out the dagger. Holding it firmly under his grip he clenched Drom’s arm when he began walking away. “You're not going anywhere!” “What's gotten into you?! Stop this!” At the exact moment Harmel violently pushed open the doors, a monk from the Forgotten Temples of South Angus was beside him, panting his lungs out.

“I hope to see you again, once the Curse ends.” Mayari Tabbu nods her head. And this time she remains silent, because some things are better left unsaid. Instead, she raised her hands and commanded the winds and the grass. To be kind to Calleb and Accashia, and to Luntian as they journey to the East. She watched them disappear from the barrier, and the gatekeeper closed it again. And everyone, including the people of the valley went on with their daily routine. While the Sorceress looked down on her hand. She unraveled the blade and watched it gleam. She’s somehow excited to find the answer as well. “Now, now, I might as well…” She told herself, “Where do I find the rewinding spell…”

In yet another, I became prince of another nation—only for Lunice’s curse to strike before I could enact change. Every life ended the same way: with her voice echoing in my mind. “No male heir shall live.” But this time, I’m not that same helpless boy. This time, I carry the wisdom of six lives etched into my soul. I stand up, pulling out a piece of parchment and a dull quill from Martha’s table. My hands may be small, but my mind is sharp. I start writing—not with the eagerness of a child, but with the precision of a strategist.

“You need to tell me what happened.” He nodded, sitting with his knees bent, his elbows resting on them. “Francis Flamingo has been my nemesis for as long as I can remember. It seems like it’s always been that way. A few years ago, she banded with another mage to overpower me. They transformed me into that… monster and sent me through to that other realm. I finally managed to get out, but she followed me. She finally told me she’d reverse the spell she’d cast on me under one condition.” I already knew what that condition had to be, but I waited for him to tell me.

I was somewhere deeper — inside the Pulse itself. Dark roots spiraled through a void of green mist. I could see threads connecting me to every plant, every seed, every life I’d ever touched within the Sanctuary. They trembled under the weight of the energy I was forcing through them. “Too much,” I whispered. “I’m burning it out.” And then I heard Echo — not from the outside this time, but inside me. “Balance, Kiami. You cannot conquer the storm. You must become part of it.” The words clicked.

As for how he could achieve it, he was sure the King had plans for it. "To awaken your mage blood, you have to undergo a ritual held by a priestess, which is set to take place this month's full moon, three days from now," Lucius said. "This ritual… this won't harm me in any way, right?" "Why, are you scared?" Emery mocked. Lanver subtly glared at her. "Certainly not, Your Highness," he emphasized how he addressed her remembering how she corrected him the first time they met. "I just want to make sure you are not trying to get me killed and dishonor our agreement."

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

"Vershala tulian das lo berruas." The red circle glowed bright and violent against the grass in front of me. "Kalha vas notha rak! Kastem!" I released the Talent into the spell, enjoying the rush of cool sensation racing along my skin as the summoning circle shrank to a pinpoint, then exploded in a burst of light. The doglike demon, Kastem, stared at me, waiting.

My stomach clenched at the words. “Not even another dragon?” I asked. Elder Felix shook her head. “The Pearl was one after several centuries. It was when Mages were worshipped. However, as I mentioned earlier while hiding the Pearl, a Mage was there.” We nodded. 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.