Last Mage Standing Novels & Stories

The words landed in the middle of a silent room, and I stood there for a long moment absorbing them, waiting for him to take it back, waiting for some flicker of the boy from the park bench to resurface and undo what he'd just said, and when nothing came, when he just stood there, exhausted and resolute and unwilling to reach for me even as I felt myself breaking apart in front of everyone we knew, I understood that this time, whatever we'd started rebuilding really was over. "Okay," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt, some last reserve of dignity holding me together long enough to get the word out. "Okay. I hope that's actually true, and not just something you'll regret tomo

Then laughed. A short laugh. A bitter laugh. "That's it?" Everyone turned toward him. The Alpha Prince shrugged. "I thought it would be worse." Lyra looked at him in disbelief. "Worse?" Ronan smiled. A tired smile. "We're fighting ancient gods." He gestured around the battlefield. "The end of creation." The Last Door. The Eater. The Forgotten One. The Lost Queen. "Honestly?" He tightened his grip on his sword. "I'm surprised I survived this long."

Tears slipped out as I held him tight. We knew, this would be it. If I could make it to this final stand, I wouldn’t be walking away from it. This was it. The last time I would stand tall as the First Alpha Prince. My last stand. I would be doing it to save my old family, my brother and my mates pack.

He blew out hot air from his mouth "But when I saw her, standing next to her father's throne, the look on her face held pain and she shook her head requesting that I back off but I was already skin deep into my request that I couldn't back off even if I wanted to." He said, "I might have been a peasant but my pride was sky high." He stated and I readily nodded in agreement. "Her mate accepted the request but doubled it." He paused, "He requested a fight unto death. Upon hearing those words from his mouth, your mother ran to his feet, begging and pleading that he doesn't hurt me but he kicked her aside, adding that the battle held the next day."

Every breath was a fresh slice of a knife. This was it. The final agony of the bond breaking. Sage the witch had warned me that the forced rejection would have a period of excruciating pain. It was the Moon Goddess's final offer of a chance to repent. If the mates could reconcile, the bond could be saved. I gritted my teeth, enduring it as cold sweat soaked through my nightgown. The pain intensified until my vision began to blur. I was losing the battle. My hands trembling, I managed to force a mind-link to Rocco.

Lucia urged. “Let’s wait a little longer,” Reva replied. “Grandmaster will be defeated if we wait any longer.” Lucia became anxious. “Don’t worry! Grandmaster and Diablo are both partial Sovereign Rankers. Even if Diablo is stronger, he can’t kill Grandmaster. Besides, Grandmaster still has a trump card that she hasn’t used.” “What trump card?” “Just watch! Grandmaster won’t be able to take this any longer.” The people on the top of the mountain retreated to the edge, leaving room for the two powerhouses representing the strongest combat power of the Boundless Galaxy to fight.

Any action by the humans now was but last-ditch efforts to salvage a lost battle. Their last-ditch efforts, however, were not something to be overlooked. The horde was not the only group to be reunited, the full stardust army and their Grand Mages were in one place. This reunion meant death for the beastmen. The teams all reorganized and exchanged members soon spells were being cast with the Joint efforts of thousands of mages.

None of them were even close to being as embarrassing as yesterday, not even when a nurse had to help me with a bedpan. ******** Day 7******** "All champions that fought a beast have moved on. All may challenge one another to prove they deserve the top spot. The last man standing goes first as the Winning champion. The order after his pick will be based on the fastest beast kill time. Then we move on to the champions from days three and four who lost. The longer they lasted in their battle against the top contenders, the higher their ranking. May the strongest win," The announcer yells, and my eyes look towards the sea of bodies for the first time in hours.

As Elder Jet ducks and weaves between the clawing soldiers in a series of desperate elusive maneuvers, as the witch attacks the warriors with some strange silver concoction, I recognize the urgency of this final push for what it is. A last stand. My heart breaks a little as I realize just how down to the wire things have gotten. I may die here, but I hope to live long enough to see the victory of the Lycan kingdom. How could we win, though? What do we have left? Suddenly, I see the answer to that question walking towards me, and my gasping breaths start to quicken.

“What did I say the last time?” Everybody went still. He marched over, looking pissed. “You wanna tear my arcade up again?” “No, sir,” a few of us muttered. Mr. Connor looked between both groups and pointed a thick finger at us. “Then quit acting stupid.” Nobody said a word. He narrowed his eyes. “If I see one shove, y'all are banned from here. I'm not joking. This is your last warning.” “Yes, sir,” we all said. Mr. Connor gave us one last warning look before walking back toward the counter. Nobody moved or said a thing for a long second.