Novel & Cerita Mage Academy Game

"Miss Aubrey?" "Stop! Okay! I remember it.” Fiona was in a trance. She looked anxious with her trembling body. Her bead looked at Lafanya. "So, what should I do now?" ***

Kaden, who would perform the final examination on me. "I'll be fine, Riley. Isn't PE compulsory?" I questioned. "It is. It might be treated as me missing class if I don't finish today's activities, and that might earn me an F at the end of the session, which will be disastrous," Riley shuddered slightly. "Does that mean I'll get an F, too? It's too soon to be judged with this," I said. "Yes, it is," Riley agreed with a nod. "Mystic Academy is tough on all of us. Only the strongest in mind are here."

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

And from what she has seen earlier, Frost definitely has a higher rank than all of them. Then, if she would learn that Frost attained that rank in just a month and has three magic attributes, would she have vomited blood? Mage Academy? If Frost was right, Mage Academy is the most prestigious academy in this continent. Geniuses from the three different Kingdoms gathered there. Even the teachers from there are also geniuses. And every year, they would open an enrollment for mages that age 16-20. A mage would have to pass a test before he/she would get accepted.

Jose High and Milton Academy scattered across booths. I followed Maggie inside, hands stuffed in the pockets of my jeans. Maggie was already chatting up the girl at the counter. I scanned the room lazily and felt my breath catch in my throat when my gaze landed on the boy of my dreams himself. Zaire sat two booths away with his teammates, all in their stupid matching red and black varsity jackets, laughing so obnoxiously loud over something that probably wasn't even funny.

I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game. The monkey roared, beating his fists against his chest before stomping around, causing the linear platform system to become slanted like in the game, perfect for rolling the massive barrels at his side down. It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

She smiled back. "Okay. I'll try to remember that. Let me show you your room." "Okay." Maggie led me through a grand staircase to a hall way with lots of doors in it. "This will be your room," she said, opening one of them. " Greg already told me you'll be coming, so I did my best to decorate it to your best interest. I hope you like it." I did. It was painted blue and white with splashes of green in it and looked like a basketball court. It even had a basketball hoop!

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.