Kembalinya Sang Archmage Novels & Stories

He stared at Fulton, but his eyes strayed to Benny before he said, “As the head of the SPEAR Bureau in the West, my responsibility is to maintain the peace and stability here! Since a crisis of the gods has occurred, I must deal with it! All of you should get out of my way! Otherwise, I’ll put all of you on the SPEAR Bureau’s S-class global wanted list!” Hehe. Fulton said, “Archmage, I'm afraid you still don't realize your current situation, so I'll ask you again. What’s your choice?” As soon as Fulton said that, the two people in black and white slowly walked forward. Gustav got a fright by this! It was true that he was an archmage, but to take on two powerhouses half-step to the other shor

He welcomed her to the death ball mockingly within. The sibyl took a step back without breaking the eye trade. She was no novice to the cowardly impulsiveness of this creature standing in front of her from experience, to avert her piercing fury consumed gaze. It was also a dare to duel. Once bitten? A millions times shy! They attacked a vulnerable peaceful village without a heads up for no pertinent reason. All she wanted to do was bring the thing before her down! to rise no more. It wasn't going to be a phoenix effect rather diminishing. To fall and rise no more. Out stretching her hands making a 'Y' poster alike to pronounce incantations to the delusion of Alpha Marlon. He could not hold h

Aria felt warmth seep into her bones, a gentle pull—not like the rift’s hunger, not like the creature’s lure. This felt… familiar. Comforting. Like a lullaby she didn’t remember learning. She touched the arch. Light shot across its veins, spiraling outward as the symbols flared. Erevan jerked her hand back, shadows surging. “Aria—!” But the arch didn’t open. It whispered. A sound soft as breath: “Shadowblood…” Aria’s chest tightened. Erevan stepped in front of her, shadows braced. “Identify yourself.”

Together with Martha, they placed the mirror on the stand, and Megan started chanting the summoning formula. Soon, they could see Mother's face in the mirror. - I can not see your usual smirk, Megan. Judging from that, something is not going as you planned.- Mother said with a grin. - Yes, Mother. We attacked a pack, but unpredicted circumstances occurred, and we lost.- Megan replied with a little bow. - Why won't you simply say you have lost? - The leader of the coven glanced at them.- Unpredicted circumstances sound like a flimsy excuse.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

“When moon bleeds silver, the wolf born twice shall rise… and war will follow in his shadow.” Then the High Priestess collapsed, the power that had been animating her suddenly gone. The guards who had been standing at attention rushed forward to catch her before she hit the stone floor. My mother stared at the silver bowl where my blood was slowly fading back to red. “Mother what is the meaning of all this?” I asked, though I was starting to get a pretty good idea and I didn’t like any of it. My mother stepped forward, and the triumph in her expression was mixed with something that looked like fear. “This means everything we’ve been preparing for is about to begin.”

… When I opened my eyes again, I was standing on the stage in a formal dress, facing Benedict, whose body trembled before he abruptly shoved me away. Caught off guard, I stumbled and fell to the ground. My brother, Lucas Howard, hurried forward to help me up, his voice cold. "How dare Benedict push you!" I bit down hard, forcing myself to suppress the hatred rising within. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Benedict had said as he turned to leave. "Get lost! Don’t think you can stop me from going to Yancy." So, he had been reborn too. Even better. This would make my revenge all the more satisfying.

As we ventured deeper into the heart of the imbalance, the air grew thick with an eerie, pulsating energy. I could feel the weight of the prophecy bearing down upon me, the fate of our realm hanging precariously in the balance. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Damien, the mysterious and powerful sorcerer who had once rejected me, now stood before me with a look of determination. "I know I was wrong to push you away," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "I realize now that I was blind to the true extent of your power and potential. I want to make it right, to help you fulfill the prophecy and restore balance to the realm."