Mage Game Novels & Stories

“Text me. Don’t wait too long.” And with that, he was gone. Maggie laid there for a minute, catching her breath. Some of Glenn’s cum dripped out of her still-sensitive pussy. “Shit,” she muttered. “Should’ve had him finish in my mouth.” She reached for her panties, wincing as she pulled them up over the mess. There was nothing to clean with, so she just got dressed and stepped out into the sunlight, hair tousled and legs still weak. The game was over. Maggie glanced at the scoreboard—Dan’s team had lost, 3–4.

Despite the fresh pain in my back and belly, I got up to face her, but she had turned her attention to Conor and had him tied up with the Shadow Chains. “I’ll deal with you after I take care of this rat infestation!” Monica snarled turning her attention back to me. “You might be a Master Mage but you lack all the graces of a proper Mage.” She quipped. “Let’s make a deal, daughter- No healing spells of any kind. This will be to the death, of course. Last Mage standing wins!”

Oma's POV. Maggie, Yara and I waited patiently for the Kyle and Mauris to arrive. I asked the maids to show them to the game room when they arrived. The girls and I spent our time playing a game of chess, I could tell Yara wasn't with us but I could understand, a closed room filled with powerful men discussing about you can be very unnerving.

Zara rushed to Maggie’s side who had yet to move from the window, her backside resting against the desk. “Why didn’t you come to my room?! Did you not hear me calling you?” If only her friend knew what had happened moments ago. Well, nothing really did happen-- sort of, maybe? No. This was nothing to report on, especially when there was a fight between werewolves happening. Maggie was a human, someone of less importance. They might have put up with her at the pack, but they were dealing with more critical matters. “Sorry, I lost my phone, and I thought it was better to just remain in the pack house,” Maggie explained, frowning when she realised Arlo still had her phone and that she never got

Vivienne asked. "No," I shook my head. "It's a magic based card game that's very popular amongst Witches and Warlocks. It's basically a battle of who has the strongest will. Every Witch receives four cards. We will each have a turn to materialize the object in the card in under fifteen seconds. " I nodded while she spoke. "Whoever can beat the clock and materialize every object in their deck wins," Vivienne explained to me with a shrug. The game didn't sound so complicated, I was just a little apprehensive about using my powers again.

I’d seen the spells he came up with, knew the tactics he’d come up with to help Detry and his few knights take entire villages with only Warlord’s magic. “No…” “Don’t underestimate him, Mary. He’s far more dangerous than you can imagine. And he’s only beginning to let you see…” “How will you get away?” I gave him a long look. He opened his mouth to answer. “Mary Mage!” Hawk’s voice cut across the clearing before Magus could answer. *** Magus closed his mouth and gave me a knowing smile instead. Watching as I crossed resignedly toward Hawk at the arrow line. “Good luck, Mary!” Magus taunted in the distance.

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!

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I glare up at him, daring to challenge his hungry eyes even if it's one against five. "You won't touch anything." I hold his gaze, irritated that I have to crane my neck to see his face. Being short is a damn curse. He chuckles and nods at his friends, who appear behind him with scary-looking smiles aimed at me. "That's where you are wrong, kitten," The guy with the shades says, smiling wickedly. His lips are cruel. "We are five against one, and last time I checked, you aren't good at using your magic against werewolves—I saw alpha Blake repel your magic. Now, we aren't as strong as an alpha, but we are still five people."

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.