Mage Academy Game Novels & Stories

“Not just the queens. Upperclass vamps too. But yeah, the four at the top? They’re the prize patrol. Rules are simple: Rankings update monthly. Points for academics, extracurriculars, ‘social integration’—that’s code for not freaking out around fangs—and whatever mysterious crap the algorithm spits out. Seraphina built the system herself. AI-driven, pulls from campus cams, health scans, even social media if you’re dumb enough to post.” I pulled out my phone, tapped the Bloodmate app that had auto-installed overnight. My profile stared back: Nico Black, 21st, with a progress bar at 45%. Below it, a breakdown—endurance (high, probably from the car wreck survival), adaptability (medium), “intri

“I told you not to do that!” He snapped pushing me into the janitor’s closet that had become our normal meeting place. “I’m the captain-” “I don’t care!” He spat. “You will do as told or else-” “Or else what Diego?” I challenged. “You will get yourself and your little friends killed.” When Sienna Leighton exposed and got the school’s golden boy expelled for fixing her polo team’s matches, didn’t just win herself the captaincy, she also put a target on her back from the mafia family running the betting ring. Now, their heir, Diego Morozov has transferred to her school and is in her team to make sure they don’t lose any more money thanks to the self-righteous princess. They hate ea

I scoff and punch his firm back once more, I think I feel more pain than him because, with every punch, my knuckles hurt and he doesn't even flinch. Once we're inside, he sets me on the couch and sits beside me. Is he really that scared I'll run away again? "So, as I said earlier, Adelina will be gone this evening, her father will be here in three hours, and we have to be somewhere tomorrow, the Summer Soiree Summit, it's like a kind of getaway for the young elite, from all over the world, held once a year, in a tropical country, at the end of summer, it's like a business connect disguised as a getaway," he explains.

One has nothing to do with life, living like a corpse only breathing with the pain in heart. Another one has everything still the peace is missing from his life waiting to repent for the sin he committed unintentionally. For what he should repent? Moreover how will they change their fate, amend their destiny when they are only mere player in the game of destiny that too when it is a cruel game of destiny? To know more read this book 'Game Of Destiny' journey of the Beauty and her selfish beast. Disclaimer : This book is purely fictional. All the characters are imaginary. The content doesn't support any kind of crime and abuse.

He continually got sicker and sicker but held on for me as long as he could. Just shy of my sixteenth birthday, I said goodbye to my pack, my home, and everything I knew. I boarded a plane to Italy. My brother was still at the academy and I was sent to my mother's family. I did not see my brother after he left for the academy, except for the 48 hour leave he was given to attend our mother's funeral. Most of that time was spent travelling so we actually had very little time together. I would be in Italy until I turned eighteen. I would be staying with my aunt and uncle that I only knew through video calls and once I turned sixteen I would attend academy. My uncle was my mother's brother and

"Human movement follows syntax. Security grids follow grammar. If you know how to read the rules, you know how to break them." "A beautiful explanation," I whispered, reaching out to trace the cold edge of her mask. She slapped my hand away with a lightning-fast block that rattled my forearm. A dark, dangerous spike of adrenaline shot through my veins. "But rules don't teach your muscles how to absorb an impact like that. Who really trained you, Aria?" "We have a harbor to take, Malakai," she hissed, bypassing me with a swift, fluid sidestep and sliding down the ladder into the dark courtyard below.

’ Eric and Genevieve thought to themselves but didn’t dare say anything out loud as they noticed that Marcus’ mood had significantly improved as he had started to skip round his grandfather “But without any active abilities no academy will accept him.” Eric said with a sight tactfully choosing his words so as not to ruin the mood “Nonsense, with me around who needs a filthy academy let by a bunch of untalented Hunters.” Sword-saint Predator harrumphed and Marcus only grew more excited and both Eric and Genevieve could only shake their head as a smile wormed its way into their formerly gloomy faces.

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

“Don’t. Say. It.” “Game,” Maggie finished for her. “A game, boys. It is a game. I know you’re in love with your boys, and Jack, if you were guy you’d be after Romo’s supposedly shit hot ass, but it is just a game. And he’s playing shit, for what it’s worth.” “What is it?” I smirked at her. “I don’t think I quite got that.” “Do I need to spell it for you? What, did you not get master hearing with your smart-ass GPA?” She raised her eyebrows. “‘Cause that’s gotta cause you some problems.”

I didn't know what gave me the idea to come here, but I knew it was the only place I could be remotely safe. I adjusted my stolen cloak, pulling the hood lower over my cropped hair. I had spent years hearing whispers of Dominion Academy—where elite alphas trained, where only the most ruthless ascended. If I was going to disappear, I needed to do it in the last place anyone would expect to find an omega. And what better place than where alphas are gathered? The entrance was flanked by massive iron gates, etched with the Academy’s emblem, a wolf’s head, crowned in flame. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their presence a silent warning.