Supreme Magus Legion20 Novels & Stories

The Supreme Magus went back over by the dark monolith and explained, “Most of my magic has been siphoned by this Cronus monolith to activate its latent attributes. You see, my followers, I am not the person who will save our kind and ensure our existence in history.” “If not you, then who, Supreme Magus?” Alicia and Tiffaun were eager to know the answer. Taking a deep breath while coming back over to where the witches were, the Supreme Magus conveyed, “The children of the cult’s original bloodline.” “You don’t mean those troublesome spawns of Vaud, that traitorous wizard who did every inhuman act he could think of to craft Immortalis?” Tiffaun and Alicia glanced at each other in tacit unders

Valhared asked with fascination as Rivyn expounded upon the glory of the ship, which, from his description, was a masterpiece of engineering and design. “It was during a war with Khatar Holquinin, if I remember rightly,” Rivyn said, frowning, and leaning upon his arms. “I believe they used mage-fire.” “Mage-fire,” Valhared was hanging upon Rivyn’s every word, wide eyed. “The formula for that has been lost.” “Not by the Fae,” Rivyn replied grimly. “But we made sure after that war to eradicate it from mankind’s possession.” “The Purge,” Valhared considered the mage. “I have read about that. It was... brutal.”

I wondered. "Because I'm reading a lot book, hahaha. Magnus is a tough opponent, brother. They have a pyramid called 'Magumento'. It's divided into three ranks. At the top, the elites, just one look, you'll be ordered. At the second rank is the masters, just by touching and you'll be subdued. Then the bottom line is the begginers, still has to do to you what they want to order." He walked towards the bed. He took the blanket and cover it to Blake.

"The Dreadful Warlock, what have you come to me to do?" The Dreadful Warlock said. "The Sinister Magus, the great human race! He will rise up in the future, of course, he will force me to wait for the survival space. You join our Alliance, we can fight together. We The Sinister Order have decided to join forces with The Malevolent Society and fight the human race!" The Sinister Magus coldly said. "I have a good relationship with True Ghost Cadell Brian! I have no interest in joining the Alliance."

The ring of the steel was deafening in the quiet valley. ​"The White Lycan is the sovereign Warlord of the Shadow Legion, and she operates under my absolute protection," Kaelen stated, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that carried to every man on the field. "I do not recognize the Council's jurisdiction over my military assets. And I certainly do not yield my people to cowards who hid behind their high walls while the Crimson Court slaughtered our borders." ​A murmur of uneasy agreement rippled through the Blackwood ranks behind me.

The royal family of Magus in Mycrathineia had ruled the empyrean continent over the passing generations. According to legends, the empyrean continent had consisted of one forestry and five countries, each of which got residence of different transcendental species, namely: Fleurdelis, the home of the guardians pertaining to the elves; Troumus, the terrain of the blood reapers, also known as the vampires; Lupus Insignumia, shortly 'Lupus', the domain of the wolves; Mycrathineia, the Kingdom of Magus; And Deludereia, the realm of the wizards.

“Atticus Hart. Welcome to the Legion, Rhodes, Manslayer 111. Marcelina Farren, we welcome you to the Legion, Vixen, Manslayer 112.” We all watched as they slowly went forward and faced the Director. “Sebastian Aries Cohen. Welcome to the Legion, Pierce, Manslayer 113. Lamia Hale. Welcome, Sirius, Manslayer 114. Yuan Laurent, Kite, Manslayer 115.” “Eliseo Achilles Azvameth, welcome to the Legion. Ache, Manslayer 116. Kace Ivan Aquilla, welcome to the legion, Risk. Manslayer 117.” “Azrael Tyrese Sato.” Lumapit si Azrael sa kaniya at yumuko. Azrael took the vial and the Director smiled widely at her. “Welcome to the Legion, Celestia, Manslayer 118.”

Then the music stopped, voices went silent, and the sound of a ceremonial horn cut through the night, announcing the elder’s arrival. The old she-wolf appeared wrapped in a black cloak threaded with silver, holding a silver bowl of sacred water. Her gaze was deep, almost ethereal, as if she could see beyond flesh, beyond time. It was Lilian, the pack’s druid. She conducted the ceremonies. She was the closest of them all to the Moon Goddess. She raised her arms and spoke with a raspy voice: "Moon Goddess, mother of all packs, guide us tonight. Unite the destined hearts. Mark with your power those who must walk side by side."

Roman fired and Legion exhaled “No need to be this difficult, listen there is a witch named Nimueh in black hills. One that I know and have crossed before, she is after me but she is taking teenagers as extra bonus to up her powers against me” Legion finally explained, Lucas and Roman took sharp glances at each other “So you’re saying that you offended some witch and now she’s here looking for you, but she is killing people just to amplify her powers against you?” Lucas rephrased what he said, hoping he’d understand better

He was also the one the elves sent to oversee the construction of the Mage Tower. Incidentally, there are no more than twenty mages of 15th level or higher in the entire kingdom of France, not counting the great churches of the true gods and the great guilds. If it weren't for the construction of the High Mage Tower, which must be presided over by a Master, the Elves would not have sent Master Adret Morningstar. Christine walked slowly to the podium, and the hereditary Honorary Count of Teman Segura read the documents of succession. The content was no more than official rhetoric about upholding the noble covenant, loyalty to the king, love of the people and glorification of the Stewart famil