Mage Game Novels & Stories

Magma says as her panicked gaze meets mine. "I thought that's what they looked like. Even with their odd shape I would put you at about eight weeks. That's also odd because I know that you two haven't been together that long." She says looking at both our shocked expressions. "Amy chance your dragon can tell us what's going on here" she says to Magma. I watch as my mates expression blanks for a brief moment, but her dragon eyes don't appear. "Nope, I still cant wake her" she says in frustration after a few moments.

"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.

Hildegarde licked her lips and said. “That the tournament is more than it appears on the surface?” Mane asked. “Yes,” Hildegarde yawned and said. “Well, the commentator called Maggie is a Lion – a Predator that has been missing for the past few decades. Steel Fist has the aura of an Eagle – also a rare Predator. And there seems to be some bad blood between the teams that transcends a simple competition.” Mane stated with narrowed eyes.

“I just think we should wait for our wedding night.” Maggie blinked her eyes like she just witnessed something inconceivable. He is rejecting this? Me? “Wha-what?” He just got me worked up, then wants me to wait for a wedding night I know will never happen, since this is all just some kind of game to him? Looking distracted, he bent over to retrieve his boot. Maggie didn’t even think about what she was doing or why—all she knew was she just got rejected by him…AGAIN! She raised her foot and kicked him square on his good looking, jeancovered-ass.

“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.

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.