Legend Of The Arch Magus Book 13 Novels & Stories

Seeing their prince in danger, Ezekiel's guards immediately rushed toward Lucien with their weapons drawn. But before they could even get close, Lucien slowly turned his head toward them. The moment his glowing blue eyes landed on the guards, another wave of powerful magic exploded from him. Bright blue energy shot from his eyes, and in the next second, every one of Ezekiel's men was violently lifted into the air. Their terrified screams echoed throughout the hall. A second later, they were all thrown hard onto the stone floor, one after another. The loud crashes echoed through the room as they cried out in pain, their weapons clattering across the floor.

So many things could go wrong. It was a horrible idea. “That’s not a good idea.” Lexa noticed that Elliot became quiet and simple. She didn’t bother to ask further. She knew something about it made him uneasy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “It’s fine.” He gave her a faint smile. “This is the Book of answers, we’ll use it after we search through the Tome of mermaids.” He opened the Tome of mermaids. Lexa stood and accompanied him in reading it. He opened to the contents. “This will show the page the history of Seareign starts.”

Vines of mysterious glowing fauna filled the canopy, instilling the air with a floral aroma. “What’s with them?” “The Magi, Arthurian instructs them. Gnosenia Magus was given to the best candidate of intellect. Arthurian is most talented when it comes to magic. The tomes are his breakfast.” Lei chuckled and finally returned to sitting promptly on her cushioned chair. “It’s hard to think that charming womanizer is that incredibly intelligent.” “You don’t agree?” “I mean,” she shutted her eyes and recalled how the brothers used to be back then when they weren’t Alphas. “It’s just that everyone just seems so different from what they were supposed to be back then.”

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

She imagined what it would feel like on the other parts of her body again. "Sil? Sil?" She snapped out of her thoughts though it took a little shake. "Penny for your thoughts". She smiled. "It wasn't something serious. Just random thoughts". "And you don't want to talk about it? Is it about the chimera?" He peered into her eyes. "No, no my love it isn't. I'm fine. What were you saying?" "Master Arcus left me a book, Magix of death and life." Sil looked at him wide eyed. "Isn't that the book about Necromancy?"

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

He fluttered his eyes and gazed at the book instead. “Why do you say it’s Dracula? ‘Zalmoxis’ is a Dacian god from what I know.” “You know this book?” she asked, surprised. “Yes. I read extraordinary books as my pastime, too. I am interested in other topics besides those given at school. So, why do you think it’s Dracula we’ll meet?” “It is because I constantly hear his name in my head.” Elise just stared at the book she was holding and spoke again.

He, on the other hand, has not been blinded by hatred. Revenge was important, but so was his son's safety. However, his grandson's life was also crucial. He took Alex's hand and said, "Good grandson, this b*stard, Maguire, has received the inheritance left behind by the ancient great God. He has been nostalgic about our Rockefeller family's Holy Book because he has also learned a bit of the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. However, it is clearly not as complete as the contents inside our Rockefeller family's Holy Book, which is why he has tried every possible way to obtain it."

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!