Mage's Book Novels & Stories

Freya’s P.O.V “My coven just used me to get to you,” Maggie’s voice sounded lifeless. “They told me they’ll extract your magic and give it to me, to make me powerful…but now my great-grandmother told me that I helped them for the greater good. That it was my duty to those who had brought me up…fed me and nourished me till I turned eighteen…and that was it…” I didn’t like the way it sounded. Maggie’s great-grandmother sounded like a dick, but that wasn’t my concern. I didn’t like the way Maggie’s eyes looked so dead…as if she was exhausted inside.

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

“Now do you understand!? Do you understand how it is hopeless for you!?” Magnus laughed. I had been running around the church while barely avoiding the explosions. It felt like my entire body had been pummeled. I had no idea how I could ever win a fight like this. I managed to reach the rest of the group. “How are we going to beat this guy?” Rowena asked. “I have no idea. What is he doing with that book exactly?” I asked.

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

Thunder crackled and an unseen energy swept everyone up as Lady Lucia watched in awe as red mist appeared in the air and the atmosphere became unbearably hot. The voices of the Mages rose in pitch and cadence, knitting together words she did not understand. It struck her as odd, and then she looked up, and the person standing behind Rage moved out of the shadow, and her mouth fell open. That tall gangly frame. Those black-as-pit eyes. Those evil hands moved in the air, weaving mayhem. It was the same being she had read about in the forbidden book of magic. The one that had children scurrying under their beds and adults shivering in their skins. . . ĮLÆDÚN.

But now, he wasn't sure. Though he hadn't seen it for himself, he knew that the mage had witnessed something. That meant that the book worked and that someday he could learn to use it too. His mind was in a debate with himself, half of it wanted him to learn the magic the mage was using and cherish his mother's memories, and half of it was douting the mage who had appeared out of nowhere in their territory. What if he stole it and left the territory without telling anyone? I would lose my mother’s last memory

she coveys in an eerie voice. As I walk through the door I end up in the red cubed room where I first started. I look back to where I entered and see that the dirt has disappeared. With a deep breath I walk toward the sword that spins in the room. On the double edged sword are beautifully scripted words 'bleed for your choice.' As I ponder the words Magma suddenly appears before me. I run to her as the sword is quickly forgotten and try to embrace her. She sidesteps me and I freeze at her hateful expression. With a snarl she speaks to me in a harsh voice.

“Everything was fine until you showed up! Even in my mahjong last night, by just mentioning your name, I lost! It was because you brought a curse! Your presence is a curse! ” Sherly only stared at the woman in front of her. She was still unrattled. She had heard a lot more curses than Lilia cursed out. Thus, it has no effect on her. With Lilia’s accusations, Sherly smirked. "Oh, are you blaming me for your mahjong losses now? Just because of my aura? What does it have to do with me? You lost at Mahjong, and you blame me. What if you lose at the casino and you still blame me? Your misfortune is yours; don’t blame it on others.”

Phoenix looked down at the burning bodies and with a sweep of her hand extinguished the flames. “The greed of Ptakkagaris,” she said under her breath, her red mouth pressed into a thin, hard line. “And they left no blood for me to take.” She walked around Ezra’s body and came to a stop in front of Maggie’s dying body. Her red brows shot up and her eyes shone with interest. “What is this now?” she wondered aloud as she bent to examine the blackened body. Maggie remained rooted to the spot. The goddess was right in front of her, only two feet away, examining her past dying self. Phoenix cocked her head and twitched her ear.

They were scribblings, points hastily jotted down, but Xavier could make out some parts like — 'organisation → humans — mage... human -pawn'. Xavier furrowed his eyebrows. Why was mage mentioned in here? At the moment, he could not make any sense of the documents. He folded them neatly before pocketing them. He slid the 'book' back to its place and went out of the room.