Nature Mage Ashto's Slow Life In An Abandoned Forest นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever! Mark, the guard, and the bruised servant had the same aghast face. Mark and the guard had a grimmer face as they couldn't believe the collar made by the sorcerer of the tower for a very expensive price could come undone in a few seconds. Not only that he was able to enter the protection magic circle that was placed on the stage, but he could also turn the magical device into ashes! "Should we go now, my puppy?" Mike said as he spread his palm for the girl to take in.

Magnar’s voice lingered in my mind, his cruel words weaving through my thoughts like poison. I closed my eyes, letting the cool night breeze brush against my skin. Maybe here, under the stars and the watchful gaze of the moon, I could find the strength to figure out what to do next. The low, menacing growl from behind me sent ice racing through my veins. My body tensed, and I turned slowly, my pulse thundering in my ears. There he was. Magnar, in his wolf form, stood just beyond the tree line. His massive frame was bathed in silver moonlight, his glowing golden eyes locked onto me with a seething intensity. His sharp teeth bared in a snarl, and I could see his claws digging into the earth.

Arthur’s POV The moon hung low and swollen, a bruised orb barely bleeding light through the storm clouds gathering over the ridge. The world smelled wrong—too still, too quiet—like the land itself was holding its breath. And Tyla wasn’t beside me. Again. Every instinct inside me rasped raw, clawing for her, my magic scraping the walls of my ribcage like an animal ready to burst through bone. Ash stood a few paces ahead, shoulders stiff, silver bleeding faintly through the cracks in his skin. He was healing, but not naturally. The moon wasn’t touching him; Tyla was.

"Step where I step." We moved deeper into the woods. The trees here were wrong. Their bark was black and slick, oozing a sap that smelled like copper. The leaves were gray. This place had been touched by dark magic centuries ago, twisted during the First War. Snap. Ashren froze mid-step. He didn't turn around. He slowly reached back and pushed me behind a large oak tree. "Don't breathe," he mouthed. I pressed my back against the rough bark, my hand covering my mouth.

As for the Ancient Mage, he sent out a message to all the mages, saying that the ancient mage had left for some important work deep in the mountains and didn't want to be disturbed until he woke up. This was a common thing when the Ancient One would go in a deep meditation aka hibernation for years on end so most of the mages would believe him. After ensuring that everything was done, they turned around and he advised them, ‘you can run through the forest and let's go back to the place where you live, we will think of what to do next, there.” Valencia offered “we live in Scrigs forest, and it is about two days of travel from here, we will run no doubt but how would you match our speed.”

I followed his lead, hopping out of the truck, and slinging my backpack over my shoulder. “Their territory starts just a mile or so from here,” Isaac mumbled. “We’ll walk in.” I fell in stride beside him, examining the landscape carefully. Benate had said the way they used their magic was depleting their lands. It made sense, seeing as hedges merely pulled energy from around them to fuel their magic, and Mother Earth held plenty of it. Looking around, though, I only saw a snow covered evergreen forest. The vegetation you would expect to be dead in late February was dead, and the normal sounds of wildlife this time of the year surrounded us. The woods we walked through spoke of exhaustion, bu

A pack elder and a kitchen wolf and a bucket of water. It wasn't much of a resistance. But Magnus Ashford had won a war for the Nymphs with less. He melted back into the tree line, and behind him, the estate rose against the gray sky like a wound that had never been allowed to heal.

I yelled as I slid on my knees to him. He reached out for me and pulled himself into my arms. “You okay?” He asked between coughs. “YES!” I cried, looking at every inch of him. He was going to live. We both looked back at Astra who had the shank in her heart. She was dead, not moving as the blood flowed out of her. The clouds slowly disappeared as the forest slowly shifted back into it’s original state. The vines all died and became ash as any evidence of her magic got whisked away in the breeze. The sound of birds could be heard chirping around us and the sun’s rays were hitting our faces.

"Please Aliyah…" "Alright," I chuckled, looking into the amber eyes of Ashton. "Can you lower yourself down so I can climb onto your back?" Ashton obediently crouched down, allowing me to easily mount him. I held onto his fur tightly while my legs swung over his back. As I settled into position, I could feel the warmth of his body against mine—a comforting and reassuring sensation. With a gentle nudge from Ashton, he began to move forward, his powerful muscles propelling us through the forest. The wind whipped through my hair as we raced along, and I couldn't help but giggle with delight. His speed increased, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Ashton's movements were

All of a sudden, he remembers that one mage who passed by their town during his younger days, said it's such a shame how his younger sister who's physically frail has more advantageous amount of mana than him who's really determined. From then on, he abandoned this little dream, and continued to practice his archery skill instead. "Surely. But mages are qualified for the selection too and they'd have the upper hand, undoubtedly. Now come with me, it's for your own benefit, anyway." The night has completely swallowed the bright sky as they walk further, and the same forest he visits every twilight seems to slowly transform into an unfamiliar place from his perspective. He no longer see any wi