Kembalinya Sang Archmage Novels & Stories

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

But why did she got betrayed? After a second of not knowing what to think, I can’t seem to get why Senior Janice. “22th of Month of Dormancy (February).HAHAAHAHA it was funny! How could the church and magic tower hide this fact though? I mean it would greatly benefit them. I have discovered that to increase into a much more higher realm than a highest-teir rank for mages is the Archmage. They were three options, first is to master and be one with the nature, you are nature and the nature is you type. I’m not very keen of this one but it was kinda helpful ascending me into an high-tier mage.

It was a choice between personal ambition and the bonds of friendship, and my heart ached with the weight of it. Isolde’s eyes bore into mine, searching for a sign of resolution. After a tense silence, I finally spoke, my voice filled with determination. “I’ve made my decision, Isolde. I will continue in the race for supreme sorcerer. It’s what my mother would have wanted.” Isolde’s expression shifted from frustration to relief, and she let out a sigh. “Thank the gods, Agnes. You have the blood of the ancient sorcerers in you, and it’s time you embraced your destiny.”

“Can you see the curse?” He shakes his head, focusing on the knights before him, steeling himself. As Lamorak comes forward, swinging his flaming blade, I send a bit of power through our bond and Arthur meets his thrust with amplified strength, thrusting Lamorak away and into the arms of the other horsemen. I send a bit more of my power to Arthur, sharing my mage sight with him. I can tell he sees the curse because he takes a step back, gasping.

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

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.