Mage Game Novels & Stories

I asked slowly. "Well it's a simple game of tag. You are the runner and I'm the tagger. The moment I catch you you lose." Maverick said with a shrug. There had to be a catch. "Can you ummm, can you use magic?" I asked with a little too much interest. "No." He said without hesitation. "No." I whispered as I tried to will myself to not jump the gun and get to excited. "We will be on equal grounds." Christopher said lowly.

, I said standing tall straighten my shoulders, I could see Damien in the back shaking his head, he already knew I had the shield up. "You cant handle my best shot", Maggie replied with a smug look. "If you say so, try me", I said hugging my shoulders. "Ich fordere die macht der dunklen magie im inneren auf, sich zu entwickeln, Asche zu Asche, staub zu staub bringen dieses madchen zu bode, wo sie herkam", (I called on the power of the dark magic inside to come forward, Ashes to ashes, dust to dust return this girl to the ground where she came from)Maggie chanted, the air around us changed, I looked at her while she was chanting, her eyes closed and she was focus, but I knew nothing will happ

We still grab a meal together from time to time. Among the four of us, the oldest, Edgar Maguire, was unassuming and kind. He always looked out for us, and we treated him like an older brother. He came from a village and was an orphan that the whole community helped raise. He studied hard, and whenever he had time, he took on part-time jobs to save up for tuition and living expenses. When we were interning, he was the first to land an offer. But the good times didn't last. Three days ago, Edgar was murdered in his apartment. The killer still hasn't been found.

Everyone looks so normal, holding their usual cup of coffee and running against the traffic like the dynamics of their lives can't change in an instant. The sign of Mercy Grace Hospital stands in bold blue colors at the entrance. The usual seriousness of the hospital is replaced by people writhing in pain. I move to the locker room changing into my scrubs barely saying a word to anyone. “Where have you been?” Maggie asks, looking at her pager. “Uh, home.” “I tried calling and paging you,” she yells, looking at me. Her blonde hair is tied into a messy bun, her tired blue eyes boring holes into my face. “Oh, sorry I turned off my phone.”

I say with a ghost of a smile, which disappears, the moment I see someone try to attack her from behind. Mira doesn't notice, she's too focused on River and exhausted too. I move in fast, but not fast enough, the distance between us is large and the time is little. Fortunately, River is faster. I'm dumb struck for a moment as I watch her pick up a stick as wide as a baseball bat and as thick as an iron rod. "Duck!" She yells out before swinging it with all her might. Mira seemed confused at first, but doesn't waste a second in bending down moments after. The stick moves over her with force, knowing the goon over. The force which he lands with both surprises and startles me. If anything I'm p

"Rodrigo? The blond one?" Maggie shrugged, her eyes fixed on the game. "Yeah." "What did you tell him?" Nick asked, his voice a blend of amusement and seriousness. "I told him no," she replied, her fingers still swiping at the virtual cards. Nick chuckled, nodding in approval. "Good girl," he said, holding up his hand for a high-five. Maggie met his gesture with a playful slap, her focused expression softening into a slight smile.

“Yes, ma’am. There is a magician show every night.” “Awesome,” I squeal, and the man next to me shakes his head. “A magician, really?” he asks, chuckling. Turning to him, I lay my elbow onto the table as I grin at him. “Why? Jealous of your own kind, Mikey?” His face falls, contrasting to the croupier who snickers as he is paid to keep up a good mood, and definitely not able to read the room. “I heard you were an artist. Finding you at a blackjack table was quite a surprise.”

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

"Malakor knows the Dual-Entry Decree didn't stop us. We cleared one hundred and seventy million shards and built a movement behind us. The semi-final match tomorrow night isn't an athletic contest to him anymore—it's an execution." Maeve set her blade down with a quiet clatter, her expression turning deadly serious. "He’s going to use those dampening fields during the match to lock down the cage from the control towers. If he cuts off your Fate-Ring interface mid-fight, Rhys won't be able to channel your mother's harness logic without his heart exploding." Agnes turned around, her amber eyes burning with cold, razor-sharp clarity. "Which is why you and Torin aren't sitting in the VIP box tom