Mage Game Novels & Stories

No! It was then that my eyes landed in front of me. Standing there on trembling legs was Tor. I could see he was fighting with all of his strength to resist my magic. But at Damion's command, I was compelled to listen and I gripped my fists tighter and brought my magic down onto Tor's strong shoulders. I watched in anguish as my mate, a proud and powerful warrior who bowed to no one, dropped to his knees. Tor looked at me with his pleading silver eyes. "My Luna, please come back to me."

“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

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.

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

“We would like more, but it is a hard world for mages.” “It is?” That surprised me. I would have thought that mages had the advantage over the rest of mankind, possessing, as they did, magical power. “A lot of people are intolerant of magic in the young, some continents have mage hunters, and then, studying magic can be hazardous in itself,” she stepped out into another hallway, this one empty. “There is a high mortality rate amongst the mage-born.”