Last Mage Standing Novels & Stories

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

Lang-Mao smiled bitterly as she watched Akira transforming into the highest level of immortality. It's been a long while since she last saw an immortal reaching this level. The very first guardian of lights was the one she witnessed last. The poor immortal didn't survive after her body surrendered from so much power running in her veins. But then, she saved the Ehtrehto Edis from Yquino, the king of evilness. Lang-Mao knew this day would come. However, this is not yet the end. Ehtrehto Edis still has a long way to go through.

I sighed as I waited until Aries was looking down at his chest to turn back around. Everyone was looking at Aries with different expressions. "What I just rewinded him back to the point where he was alive." I stated. Meridith looked at her hands and back up at him. "You can't do it. I only made it accessible to me. The perks of controlling all magic, I can restrict what God can do." I absentmindedly stated before I was looking around. There was about ten Gods that had swords. This would be fun. "Okay so the game is simple the last God standing wins." I smiled. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy which had my smile going away.

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

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?"

he stuttered, “Whoever teams up with her will be eclipsed and we all know that four winners, meaning one from each winning team .” I hummed thoughtfully. He was right. I leaned back against the wall, feeling sleepy. I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palms. This… this was what Elias must have been talking about earlier. I wish I could take the tonic or whatever that was. I closed my eyes instead, not caring if I woke up groggy. Mages are trained to be alert because one wrong of a finger and things could go awry but I was not here to win or even get a decent place, was I? ‘ ~~~**~~~

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!”