Post Apocalyptic Mage Novels & Stories

"The temple also gave you a magic customer service voice. Maybe it has bugs." [Temple records do not have bugs.] I looked up. "You heard that?" The first argument in the new temple was about where people could pee. That was the moment the apocalypse became real to me. Not the dead. Not the system. Not my impossible brother's name burning on a divine tablet. It was Aunt Lan standing in the kitchen with a flashlight under her chin, declaring that if people wanted to survive in a holy place, they could start by not turning the courtyard into a sewer.

- The mage said, trying to protect himself from the explosion field, but Suzako was fleeing between the debris that fell with the pillars seconds before everything collapsed. He was in the middle of the street, when the worst happened, tremors erupted around them, as the mage appeared behind them... At that hour, he called for reinforcements on the communicator, vampires and werewolves appeared like the police corps, to witness the scene, from the bowels of the earth, as if sprouting around them, at that hour, wild beasts like hellhounds, red-eyed of various eyes, as big and scaly as elephants, they looked like demons.

I murmured, noticing the creeping darkness hadn’t normalized much since yesterday. “The mage says that it’s normal,” Damon answered quietly. “It means the corruption hasn’t spread any further.” I nodded even though I could feel worry gnawing at me. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. He’s recovering well, he can move the arm so he just has to heal and we’ll help him.” Kira said, purring softly. The mage appeared after, sweeping into the room with his absurd cloak reaching his ankles. “Good,” he announced without any prior explanation. “She’s keeping you alive.”

The thought came out in a shaky breath as I kept reading. Because werewolves were physically stronger and far greater in number, the mages were on the losing end. Even with their abilities, using magic drained them, making their powers almost useless in an active war zone. Which led some of them to seek out something forbidden… I paused as I turned the page, only to find it jumped to an entirely different creature. My eyes scanned it once. Then again. And that’s when i realized the remaining pages had been ripped out. A growl rose in my chest the second it sank in, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed the book and hurled it across the room.

I was glad he asked, because I couldn't even find my voice to speak. "There are light mages and dark mages," Elder Fabian explained, sounding far too calm for the situation. "Light mages give life, warmth, and health. Dark mages... they bring death." I shuddered, a cold chill running down my spine. Thank Goddess I was a light mage. "Your magic broke free of its binds when it sensed you were in mortal danger," Fabian continued. "It recognized the toxin and expelled it from your body to save you. Congratulations, Lady Raven."

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

Going up to the second floor is the living area, with a small living room, a meeting room, a kitchen, a storeroom, a dining area, sanitary facilities, and a dormitory for apprentices. The water used in the Mage Tower is drawn directly from the Water Elemental Realm, and the supply will automatically stop when the reservoir is full. The kitchen uses a magic array for cooking, which can be understood as a modern gas stove, except that it can only be used by at least one mage apprentice. The storeroom also has a magic array, which can theoretically keep food looking the same even after ten years, as long as the energy source is constant, but cannot preserve living things.

"Mages are a force to be reckoned with as is. I can’t even begin to imagine how much more powerful dark mages are than them." "We’ll have to recruit mages to our cause." Haidan said, slowly taking charge. "That’s the only way we are going to be able to take them on." I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it. This was all too much to take in. All my life, I never once saw any creature from the inbetween, which is saying something since I was practically raised in the military. How the fuck was it even possible that this was happening now out of nowhere?

She quickly turned her head to see the commotion, (as well as the other students) when they heard two more explosions — also paired with intense suffering; this time, it came from two students who were next to each other at the far back. What Mariana's eyes witnessed was a horrific sight. The person behind her was an earth mage and like most of them that she had seen, he wore a mud-colored robe with metal armor covering his chest — except his was trickled with spots of blood. His face was pale white as he put pressure on his dismantled hand to stop the blood from gushing out. His paper, unreadable anymore with all the bloodstains and ink that spilled from the tumbled ink bottle; his quill, o

she shouted at him, trying to catch up with him, but she couldn't catch anything, not even her breathe. Thomas Milner saw the carnage building up inside the room, and it wasn't over yet. He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table b