Magister Ludi Novels & Stories

He didn’t look away. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. The instructor raised a hand, silencing the whispers. “Welcome, new initiates. I am Magister Caelum. My task is to ensure you survive your first weeks of practical magic without setting yourselves or the Academy on fire.” A faint smile tugged his lips, but his tone was steady and serious. He gestured toward Alaric, who stood beside him with that insufferable smirk already playing at his mouth.

Sophia and Lila walked into his chambers following suite as the door closed behind them. He sat on his ambiguous chair and stared at them both, snapping his hands and immediately a young man lit up his cigarette. "My number one rule in this place is no fighting and you…" He points at Lila. "I'm very sure you're aware of this." She shivered in fear as Sophia looked at her, trying her best not to burst into laughter. 'And I thought she's the tough one here.' She thought as she made a giggle inwardly.

The conversations quieted as all eyes turned to the stage. Tyler stood there, grinning like a child who’d been told he could eat ice cream for dinner. The Magister of Wolves, head of the Council, stood with him. “Thank you all for coming tonight,” the Magister said. “It’s wonderful to see so many faces here to honor our newest member of the Council.” Polite applause echoed through the room. I joined in, trying to remember I needed to put on a show of professionalism tonight. This wasn’t about my feelings towards Tyler. It was about doing what we needed to in order to put faith back in the throne.

The celebration was excellent,but the master excused himself to rest before it ended,he must be tired from the fighting and his journey so that was expected. * * * It's been a week since the master returned. I was to serve him today.I was happy that he returned safely and it felt like an honor to serve him.I know I am just being crazy. He was in his room,this is the first time I would enter his room,i wonder what his room looks like does he torture people in there is that why he doesn't let people enter it,what big secret does he hide in there . The master has not been seen frequently since his return, he must be tired from the war.

: Chapter 25: (Brylle Zaffiro POV) "Is there a change, Vander?" “Still nothing. Master Lorcan is very difficult to trace. ” We are currently working on a spell to find Master Lorcan and let him know that we have found the Lux Amulet. “In the past he was in the Otherworld, then returned to the mortal world. Then it's in the Otherworld again! Then come back to this world again! And in the Otherworld again… ” “Vander is right. I get it, he really moves around the place. ” Why is it that if we need the help of my old master, then he is hard to find!

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

In the basement of our home, yes, it's a cellar, but. The fire roaring... Glimmering candles... their light casting amber and copper over the blond hair of my Golden Lover... My Master... Dark... Forbidding... The Love-Passion-Mastery in his eyes as he approaches me, the pommel gripped in his hand, soft leather tails trailing over the stone flags before they kiss my flesh as he gifts me with his pain/pleasure... Pain... Pain in my face where they hit me... Pain in my leg... and something dragging at me...

The Grand Magister himself, an ancient man wrapped in heavy silver silk, stood over the body, his hands shaking as he leaned on his staff. "Get the initiates locked down," the Magister whispered, his voice carrying clearly through the damp, quiet air of the conservatory. "If the town gossips get hold of this before we understand how they bypassed the blood-wards, the King will dismantle the school by nightfall." "Magister," one of the senior Sentinels said, pointing a gloved finger at Harrison’s chest. "Look at the precision. This wasn't a blade. This was... was…

Reflected in Poe’s hair the Magister could see dappled flecks of gray that had not been there before. “What do you need?” the Magister asked. “Something to eat. It’s been a long journey and I’ve had . . . other concerns weighing upon my thoughts.” The Magister pulled a tasseled rope beside the mantle. He said nothing while they waited. Knowing the students, the person who arrived would be the one who had won whatever contest they set amongst themselves. Word traveled quicker than thought and many, not the least of them other Masters, would want to know what intelligence was being shared behind his closed door.

“This is where the understudies train the apprentices,” said Abelard. “There aren’t enough masters in the Magisien body, so we delegate what we can.” So many explanations. After the latest long-winded speech from Abelard in front of several dozen adolescents, by now, Kai must have mastered the art of tuning him out, a vital skill Anzi too possessed. She believed in the great strength and glory of the Imperial City—even now despite recent doubts—but she didn’t put on performances for its sake. The elderly mage, on the other hand, had waxed poetic about the storied history of the Empire’s mage class and its renown throughout the land for the last half-hour.