Last Mage Standing Novels & Stories

Howard replied with an easy smile. If other warriors could have heard that, they would have been green with envy. 'Just two rungs'? Did they have any idea how many years, even decades, it would take to climb just those two steps? Above all, he had crossed into a major level, the martial master level—a rank many warriors dream of reaching their whole lives. "Mr. Xever Rhodes, you can stand up and stretch your legs now," Howard announced once more. "Huh!?" Xever gasped. "You mean my legs can actually support me?"

For me, that dream was vivid enough to be true. The audience gallery was more or less packed. I could see the shimmering wards spanning the whole gallery to protect everyone from a mage’s power. A voice crackled through the mic. Moran’s voice. My gaze shifted to where he stood behind a long table, presided over by several, no doubt imminent people. Among them were that man whose name I didn’t want to take, my mother, Elias and another woman and man. Judging by the man’s black hair and icy blue eyes and the woman’s sharp features, they were probably the former king and queen. My gaze shifted to my mom and Elias. Neither of them spared any glance at me. Another table was there, a little far f

Derek was nearby too, watching us fight — no — he was coordinating the whole fight, controlling every ultima. I heard a chuckle. “Enough playing around. We don’t want our audience to get bored, do we?” Derek’s voice. “Last command. Go… berserk… Damen!” I widened my eyes and started looking around frantically. The ultima who was standing in the middle of the crater lifted his dark eyes to me. I flew in the air and hovered above him, feeling the blood cool in my body. I just had a feeling — this really sad and strong feeling that —

The entire world had shifted. They were standing in a void, an endless field of stars and roots curling through nothingness. And a single red moon rising over a cracked throne. From the throne… came a figure. Tall. Winged. Covered in robes of flame and shadow. It opened its arms. **“Welcome, bearers of the Last Gate.”**

Finally, the battle ended with Elish activating the strongest skill and mortally hurting Ariet. Elish gasping and weak looked at Ariet, who was on his knees. Elish expected to look at a gaze full of range and unwilling to die. Surprisingly didn't have anything like it, just a sad smile and a peaceful gaze in the face of death. "Ariet! Ariet!" the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster.

Despite the fresh pain in my back and belly, I got up to face her, but she had turned her attention to Conor and had him tied up with the Shadow Chains. “I’ll deal with you after I take care of this rat infestation!” Monica snarled turning her attention back to me. “You might be a Master Mage but you lack all the graces of a proper Mage.” She quipped. “Let’s make a deal, daughter- No healing spells of any kind. This will be to the death, of course. Last Mage standing wins!”

By the time the final challenge was announced, I was exhausted. My clothes were damp with sweat. My legs felt heavy. My hair was sticking to my face. I looked at the scoreboard. SilverPower was in second place. Only a few points separated us from the team in first. The final challenge would determine everything. The entire arena became quiet as the rules were explained. The final game was called The Last Stand. Each team would enter the arena together. At the center of the field stood a large silver tower with their team's flag at the top.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

"I have an announcement to make. As you all know, our pack has been without a Luna for a while now. But tonight, I proudly present to you our new Luna, Lyra!" The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their faces beaming with excitement. I forced a smile, trying to hide my discomfort. Sage's hand wrapped around mine, pulling me closer as he led me to the center of the dance floor. The music began with a slow melody that seemed to match the rhythm of my heart. Sage's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing as we swayed to the music. I felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to his tune. As the dance went on he didn’t say a word but stared deep within my soul making my heart hammer, Sage's vo

Sofia POV The whole forest went silent after the last warrior fell. The ground was covered with dust, broken weapons, and the scent of blood. I stood there beside Luca, breathing hard, watching the final moments of the battle. My hands were shaking, but I kept my eyes on the only enemy left—the old man who had caused all this trouble. He looked weaker than before, but his eyes were still cold and dangerous. He stepped back slowly, holding the stone tightly in his hand like it was his only power left.