Surviving As A Mage In A Magic Academy Novels & Stories

"Don't think you can give me orders just because you are the daughter of a marquis! This beggar is only here because he is friends with another beggar who is an acquaintance of someone important, for God's sake! Who here really thinks this is acceptable?" The students looked at each other. No matter how you look at it, this guy's point of view was understandable. The Magic Academy was well known throughout the world, If the best guild represents the showcase of a country, the kingdom had this academy which had seen generations of students succeed one another in the management of the kingdom. The true origin of the kingdom was here, yet 2 commoners entered this sacred temple because they were

Better to be prepared as well as I could be. "It's not that simple." She cringes as we move closer to the pulsing thread. We're about a quarter of a mile away from it now. "I've been studying magic since I was a toddler. Both my parents were mages and I came to the Academy as the youngest student and studied my ass off."

The genius who also practices the Ancient Draconic Way? How could this deranged little B*stard have survived until now, and had even become a Magic? Even the head of the ten great powers, the Heavenly Law Academy, had nearly been destroyed by him?

He never looked back even when he heard the painful wail of the man to whom he swore his oath. Mary was a mage apprentice during her teens, having learned from the most distinguished magus in the one and only academy of magic, though she had cut off all contact with her beloved mentor and magic itself when she was forced to marry the then prodigal prince Magnus. Finally, liberated from the shackles, at last, the arcane has once again flowed through her very veins. There was not an ounce of guilt when she left her husband for his own, having been more worried over the safety of her own daughter, she rushed towards the princess’ bedchamber accompanied by the remaining guards rallied by her ami

Which obviously meant torturing me at every opportunity. And the more I disregarded him the more awful he got. He was a ruthless trainer and I was having a hard time mastering the techniques though my magic was incredibly strong, I had problems focusing. Even I know that. But it seemed instead of helping me, Hawk enjoyed distracting me even further and making me increasingly terrible. Which boded ill for me. If mages couldn’t perfect their craft they were sent to the dungeons to refocus and if that didn’t work then they were slaughtered as useless.

The knight who had bowed spoke, low and curt, “I am Tristan, the master of the guard.” He didn’t seem much older than she was, maybe in his twenties, but his eyes looked aged in battle. “We have heard a lot about you. I look forward to seeing your skills for myself. However, that is not what brought us here,” Tristan's colored gaze bore into her. “The Magicae Book has gone missing, and whoever took it was trained with skills taught here at the academy. We have reason to believe it is here. The librarian has said that the thieves were young, from what she could tell.” “I thought she knew it all. I’m surprised she didn’t hand you the names.”

"The academy faculty claims we cast it ourselves. Malakor is hunting us, Veyron is catatonic, and every ward-hound from here to the grand courtyard is tracking our blood." "Of course I know what it is," Kaelin snapped, her milky eyes flashing with sudden, sharp irritation. "It's not a natural curse, and you certainly didn't conjure it by accident. It's an incomplete blood-tether—the exact signature of a forgotten sect of lower-city mages who used to bleed this academy dry before the high council locked them away twenty years ago." "Malakor," Thalen said coldly, his hand tightening reflexively around the hilt of his rapier. "He’s using the student body to test soul-duplication magic and sipho

After the Intermediate Mage Examination, I stood outside the door and overheard my mother tell a relative, "The Royal Academy's tuition is too expensive. We can't afford to send both daughters." The relative tried to reason with her. "They're both your daughters. You can't send one and leave the other behind." My brother cut in. "Liana can't even cast a basic light spell. She's the one who needs the extra help. Ella's talented enough to manage on her own. Send her with Liana as a maid. She can sit in on classes whenever she's free." Then came the voice of Caden Vale, the boy I had grown up with. "That's fair." Standing outside the door, I finally understood what fair meant to them. Liana got

The day after I awakened my wolf spirit, my parents took us into the mountains for an outing. We were suddenly attacked by a pack of rogues. Tommy, my older brother, whose wolf spirit was weak, came bursting out of the bushes and hid behind Dad. Ella, my little sister, who hadn't awakened her wolf spirit yet, trembled uncontrollably in Mom's arms. My family pushed me into a cave and left me behind. I looked at them through the thorny bushes. Mom glanced back at the cave entrance before grabbing my siblings' hands. "There are too many rogues. Alice, stay hidden. We'll get the two of them to safety and come back for you." Dad urged anxiously, "Alice is agile. She'll be fine. We need to hu

Caelum stood at the edge of the field, watching everything like it was a chessboard, his golden eyes a constant, quiet burn on the back of my neck. The Academy had given him instructor privileges. Of course they had. He didn’t move like a visitor. He moved like someone who had already claimed the space he wanted. “Today,” his voice rang out, low but commanding, “we’re working on magic containment—those of you with magical blood, step forward.” I froze. He didn’t look at me. But he didn’t have to. The silence that followed was because of me. The only other student to step forward was a girl from the Eastern border with minor druid lineage.