Supreme Magus Novels & Stories

Vibrant green eyes landed on me and Hunter next to me. He smelled human. My eyes narrowed on him. Why is Magus out here secretly meeting with humans? I suddenly wondered if Hunter and I were the ones really betraying the Alpha. “Who is he?” I asked Magus. Magus gave me a sharp look. “An old friend.” “The mentor?” “One of them.” Magus was walking away to meet him. “Who is he?” “Hawk, Second Commander of the Mages.” Magus shouted as he jogged to meet him. Ignoring me. They murmured together in quiet voices. Sending me furtive looks.

"Magus?" The fighters who saw Li Wei's action instantly gasped. The existence of a Magus: Firebender was a luxury that could not be enjoyed to see his abilities and attractions all the time. Firebenders were considered rare because this ability was like saying there was only one talent among a million fighters. Only a few experts could be called Magus - the energy controllers of the Nebula. They are the ones who can transform elements into power. From the whispers among fellow fighters, Li Wei's existence with the Fire magic attracted the crowd's attention over time.

His eyes held secrets untold, and his aura spoke of power harnessed from the depths of the arcane. Within the grand halls of the castle, the magician was greeted with a mixture of awe and trepidation. King Maximilian, donned in regal attire, stood at the forefront, his expression a mask of anticipation and desire. The magician's voice resonated through the chamber as he addressed the gathered courtiers and the king himself. He spoke of the ancient rituals and dark arts that he would employ to extract Isabella's powers. He promised a transfer of strength, a transference that would bind the powers of the princess to the king's own essence.

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.

Too slow. And still, he couldn’t let go. Across the nave, the guild gathered in low voices around the ruins of the old choir stalls. Arguments rose and fell like a tide. “We can’t take him back there,” one voice spat. “You saw what happened in the night. The shadows moved through him. He’s already lost.” “He’s not lost,” Maera hissed, clutching her scrolls to her chest like a shield. “The rite is real. I’ve read the records myself. He can be severed.”

Leto snarled. Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Leto questioned curtly. "Mr. Mabry, the Supreme Magus is summoning you to the conference hall for a meeting." "Am I the only one he summoned?" "No, Mr. Mabry. He has also summoned the High Priestess and the six other elders." Leto quirked a brow. What could've made Hadrian Jarrow, the Supreme Magus of the Hexen Coven, summon all seven of the coven elders as well as Narcissa Sable, the High Priestess, for a meeting?

The Supreme knew this would happen, as they were no longer powerful—mere shells animated by black magic. “In the coming months, Zumir will be crowned and will become the new Supreme,” Queen Alyada said. Supreme Atcandis smiled at his wife’s words. Centuries ago, Prince Zumir was still a child when he first saw in him qualities befitting a Supreme. Since Prince Asmal had no interest in the throne, focusing only on growing their businesses and wealth, he had devoted his attention to the youngest child.

“I believe you know my reasoning behind it.” “Yes, of course.” Her expression altered slightly, becoming sharper. “Although you know what problems this causes. There is no love lost between us and their kind. We cannot trust them.” Never trust a witch. That was ironically Sabelle’s words. Magnus’ eyes narrowed. “Funny you should say that, given my heritage.” I felt his irritation simmering through our bond. The hum of the ventilation system grated on my nerves, and the air smelled like flint. The Supreme nodded, her voice tranquil, a stark contrast to the hostility radiating from Magnus. “Yes, I know all about your grandfather and about Gisela, the half-blood who raised you.”

ANASTASIA When you talk of pure evil, that's Alpha Diego. From what I've heard, he's an Alpha in the open, but a dangerous man in secret. In short, he's a Mafia Lord from the underworld, who lurks in the dark. I can still remember all of Father's words and warning about the Alpha. He defined him as the devil's right hand man in disguise. He portrayed him as a monster out for blood and hard to get.

I spent five years believing I understood what a mate bond was supposed to feel like. I was wrong about almost everything else that mattered too. The night our son was poisoned, I called Alpha Aiden several times. He didn't answer because he was in our bed with my best friend, claiming her as his true mate — not an affair he'd stumbled into, but a bond he insisted the Goddess herself had corrected him toward. By midnight, I had been struck, accused, rejected, and left with nothing but divorce papers and a pregnancy the healers once told me was impossible. By the end of that same night, I had also lost my son. I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong about that too. Someone paid rog