Mage Academy Game Novels & Stories

“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.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

“But then, I am not a mage, and he is.” They were, I decided, playing a game. “You are making grand statements and asking vague questions, hinting that you know more than you do,” I stopped at the foot of the dais. There was something about raised daises, I thought, that implied you were not worthy enough to take a step upon them and would get into trouble for doing so. “In an attempt to get me to disclose what you do not know.”

“And I can’t go without them, so I think it’s best if I finish high school there and then come here for the summer. Before college.” Mage Jaye blew out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Miss Nightingale, I really hope you will reconsider. While I understand how important your pack is to you, a bit of time away from them won’t harm anything. It might just bring you closer together. Unfortunately, our school is solely for mages, not shifters. We wouldn’t be able to take your pack. Only you. But you will learn a great deal from your time here, and we also hope to benefit from having the time to study your capabilities, to see if we can further understand how someone of your age

Things like innocence are already gone when a child reaches twelve. “Regina?” asked Ma’am Ague as she looked at her, clearly foreign to her name. “Oh, uhm, that’s my codename as a moonmage. You can call me that or just the usual Raii Shin.” Now she was feeling awkward. How could she see her teacher the same way as before? Ma’am Ague didn’t respond to that. “We’re here,” she just said. Regina’s eyes flew around. They were beside a flower shop. Ma’am Ague went ahead and greeted the vendor who was an old woman closing up the shop. Nothing seemed off about the place and certainly it was not where you would typically hide a bunch of humans away from the enemy.

After being embarrassed by Amanda, Maggie walked over to the side but could not help murmur things to herself. ‘So pretentious being upright. Let’s see who will lose face in the end’ Maggie could only mutter under her breath. After the side show, the teacher came back with the daughters and explained the mechanics of the game. The first game is a ball relay where the daughters will grab a ball and drop it in the basket being held by the mothers. This will be repeated until all five balls have been dropped to the basket and the fastest daughter will be considered as the winner. For this game, Amanda knew beforehand that Penny would lose as the little girl could not clearly understand the rule

“Fight-thing?” “It wasn’t really a fight but was more than a disagreement and we’re both at crossroads, and I don’t know what to really think about it.” “Start from the beginning because you lost me.” I nod, so glad Marissa is here. She’s not exactly a neutral party; she’ll side with me nine times out of ten. That’s what best friends do, after all. “Archer got into a fellowship program to do trauma surgery, but it’s in Boston. It’s an intense program and he’ll be there for two years.”

I had thought I would calmly expose his lies, but my body couldn't help but tremble as I spoke. "You disgust me! Since that's the case, I'm done playing this game. Go, be happy with her." Shane didn't expect me to know the truth, and he couldn't even form a proper sentence. "W-What do you mean, you're done playing this game?" "I'll leave this world. I won't appear in front of you anymore." A trace of panic appeared on Shane's face. He clenched his fists, but with so many people around, he still forced a smile. "That's got to be a bluff! Your mission's not complete yet, so your sister will die!"

We were only told the academy was designed to give us four years to grow and learn our place within the family. Our eyes were opened the first day. We were in a practice session of life where viciousness was considered a virtue. The only thing off the table was death and taking the virginity of a princess. Students were okay with abiding by fifty percent of the rules. No one died was held dear because no one wanted to suffer the consequences of breaking that rule or standing in front of the man who decided your fate if you did kill or harm a student permanently. There had been a few close calls. Or so says Maria, my personal rumor mill. I kept my head low and tried to stay off everyone’s rad