Mage Game Novels & Stories

Job Title / Class: Magician, Cultivator MP: 20,000/20,000 Skills: Light Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Fire Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Wind Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Water Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Space Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Darkness Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Sword fighter (Black Stage Level 7 - highest level in this current realm ) Cultivation (Qi Gathering Stage)

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

Before he could even respond, a familiar pressure filled the room. The Mage stepped into the room out of nothingness, his expression was like thunder. Damon was on his feet in an instant, his body tense and his aura flaring up. “Mage?” He growled. “You couldn’t go through the door like a normal person?” “This isn’t the right time for courtesy, as long as you’re covered up,” the Mage snapped. His eyes locked onto me, sharp and searching. “She has communicated to you…” It wasn’t a question.

On the monitor, Christina is getting something from the cabinet and attaching it to the rowing machine. "Oh, look at this!" Maggie says, picking up a joystick, that's sitting next to the couch. There are numbered buttons along the base and Maggie pushes the one that corresponds to the number on the computer, she was using. Looking at the big screen, she presses the joystick forward and it zooms in on Christina's ass. Pulling back it zooms out, displaying the entire room. Moving left and right, swivels the camera in that direction. "Cool!" I say. "Let me try." Maggie hands me the joystick and I zoom in on what Christina is doing.

“Look Ralia you have to calm down okay? Nothing of that sort would happen. This village is a very peaceful village, infact the most peaceful among all werewolf clans. So you do not have to bother yourself, there would not be any war” I slowly relaxed on his shoulders hoping my dreams would not come true. “Now, I promised we would play cards when next I come right?” He said eventually and my eyes lit up at the thought of playing card. “Here you go” Maggi said as she brought the pack of cards and all three of us played together happily.

They said and walked out. The door banged closed causing the house to shake. "Tell Me Devina are those the grand mummies you told me about." Maggie asked cleaning the blood in her mouth. "They're the elders of magic and i think they've come for me." Devina said. "You got to warn them Dev am not a fan of beating up grand mummies but the next time they bang my door carelessly." Maggie said and bite her lips. "I won't be lenient."

"That's the plan. We protect our own, we shut out the noise, and we move as one unit. If we can keep T-Zone in the rearview mirror tomorrow, we're halfway to the finals." Coal leaned over the table, his finger tracing the line of the Buriram circuit. The room was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. We were strategizing, calculating, and preparing for war on wheels. For a few minutes, the scandal, the royal pressures, and the toxicity of the comment section seemed to fade into the background. We were just racers. Then, the door to the lounge burst open. Matt, our head mechanic, came rushing in. He was breathless, his face flushed, and he was clutching a tablet in his hand. He looked like

On the cover was the wax seal that signified the highest authority in the mafia. He flipped to the first page. The lines accusing him of "damaging family honor and endangering the heir" struck him like a slap to the face. Carter instinctively pulled out his phone to call her, to ask what kind of crazy stunt she was pulling now, if this was just another one of her new tricks to get his attention. But all he heard from the other end was the cold, robotic "The user's phone has been switched off." He stood in the empty hospital room, stunned for a full minute, before he belatedly realized she had blocked him on everything.

It was just fuel for the fire. Arlene has no idea what she’s up against. She’s playing her little game, thinking she can resist me. But resistance is exactly what makes me want her more. The harder she tries to hold on to her precious values, the sweeter the victory will be when she finally lets go. ‘You have no clue who you’re dealing with, Arlene’, I thought, my lips curling into a smirk. I’m Mago Concepcion. I don’t lose. Not in this game.