Post Apocalyptic Mage Novels & Stories

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

A faint, bloody crimson haze clung to it like a vile mist. Three figures stood before the tree. They weren't the hulking brutes I'd expected from the eastern feint. They were lean, dressed in dark robes, their hands raised as they chanted in a low, guttural language that scraped against my mind. Their eyes were rolled back in their heads, seeing nothing but the corrupting spell they were weaving. Mages. The Crimson Sun hadn't just sent warriors; they'd sent practitioners of their twisted art. Adrien didn't hesitate. With a snarl that was more beast than man, he launched himself at the closest mage. The man had time for a single, startled glance before Adrien's claws ripped through his chant,

I was fighting now for my children to make sure they had a world to live in when I ascend. I feigned left and managed to pierce his right side with the katana. Abel motivated than ever was able to dig his claws into his stomach. We thought the damage would be enough, but he healed himself back and blasted us with magic. He did that a couple of times, and I felt my energy drain. I was glad I wasn't pregnant when this happened. There was no way I would have been able to fight this god. Alex told the mages to stand down and linked us to pull Apophis apart instead of trying to cut him. We needed to tug and pull until we came away with parts of him. Piercing his heart would be faster that way bec

she trailed off staring at nothing. "Mage...isn't mage similar to a wizard?" Xavier asked hesitantly. "No!" Jade replied defiantly. "A mage is a wizard, yes, but he is a wizard who has chosen the dark path, a mage is a wizard who practices dark magic. A normal wizard wouldn't dare to do so, its forbidden", Jade's irises had red rings around them. She was upset and angry. Xaver just nodded. He understood where she was coming from. He knew the feeling. When a werewolf went rogue, he felt the same anger and remorse. No king or queen wanted their people to choose the wrong path.

“We would like more, but it is a hard world for mages.” “It is?” That surprised me. I would have thought that mages had the advantage over the rest of mankind, possessing, as they did, magical power. “A lot of people are intolerant of magic in the young, some continents have mage hunters, and then, studying magic can be hazardous in itself,” she stepped out into another hallway, this one empty. “There is a high mortality rate amongst the mage-born.”

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of magic. The concept of mages has been a popular element in various mythologies and folklore throughout history, often associated with supernatural abilities and the manipulation of mystical forces. In most fantasy settings, mages are individuals who possess the innate or learned ability to harness and control magical energy. They are often depicted as having a deep understanding of the arcane arts, allowing them to cast spells, create magical artifacts, and manipulate the elements. Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches

Its color was strange though, it was multicolored, it was really beautiful and she wanted to ask Paige if her mother had a mark like that as well but when she looked at her, Paige was wide-eyed and she was looking at her mark as if she couldn't believe her eyes so she curiously asked her, "Is there something wrong?" Paige then closed her mouth when she realized it was wide open, and she then said to her torn between the embarrassment of her behavior and the amazement at what she had just discovered, "If I tell you that you are the one and only legendary mage in all Astoria, would you believe me?" A legendary mage thought Cassy... Why does that sound so familiar... And then she paled as she r

Some doors still hung open. Others had blood smeared across them. No military. No police. No rescue convoys. Only silence, which was broken occasionally by distant sirens echoing through the valley below. The apocalypse had moved beyond panic. Now came the collapse. Evelyn stepped over scattered belongings near the edge of the motel lot while Rowan crouched briefly beside an abandoned SUV. “Tank’s empty,” he muttered. Of course it was. Fuel had already become survival. The electronic tone rang softly through Evelyn’s skull.

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.