The Archmage Returns Novels & Stories

Looking at them, the Archmage started to smile before speaking, "Since I'm done with this failure, why don't I leave you two to deal with it. You came here to kill him anyway, so here he is. Since I've inadvertently made him stronger through my experiments, why don't I leave a reward for your party for cleaning up my mess." Following his words, Archmage Anderson did a quick chant and summoned what appeared to be a treasure chest next to him. Satisfied, he then turned to the women and spoke, "Consider what's in this box payment for doing this job. You'll only be able to open it after taking care of this failure so I suggest you get prepared. Anyway, I've got to go now. Bye." Done speaking, Ar

Personally, I didn’t think adding more levels to Arcane Realm was an innovative idea. I worried that if they did, it would overload the circuits and the current gear wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe after some time and a more advanced headgear could be made, it wouldn’t be a bad idea. Then again, I didn’t want to think about that right now. I was eager to start playing the game again. Although I was a tester before the game was released, I hadn’t been able to fully experience the gameplay with all the latest updates. Since I was back at the beginning of the game, I looked around and was surprised at how many players there were. Currently, I was standing in the center of a town, that look

said Mar, “but you need to finish a school year to advance to the next class – if you got enough units.” “Oh... a year? Meaning 12 months?” Dorin asked. [Just 10 months, really. You take 2 months to cool off on vacation.] “And you said It would take three years at least to become an archmage?” Dorin faced Mar. [Less if you can raise your mage class in the proficiency exam. You can also take additional lessons during summer vacation.] “Good. I can finish this in a year, then.” Dorin grinned confidently. [Unless you take all the classes you want to take in the Military and Sciences and Technology department.]

Don’t tell me… “Now we would like to explain the current interpretation of the prophecy,” the seer’s voice was grave. I braced myself for what I was about to hear for n matter what is it, it surely is not omething good. “It is as you understood , the prophecy… tells us of the rise and coming back of the evil. To be exact… the Grand Arch Wizard’s return is nigh,”

But at this moment, I’m still in denial just the thought of being fated with a nightwalker. I merely let out a sigh and carried on reading; this time, it was about the archmages. It is stated that archmages can cast spells with or without their wands. They are identical to humans, with the exception that they are immortal and possess abilities. Archmages, like vampires and werewolves, have an enemy: the ‘dark magicians’. The individuals who use dark magic, which is extremely harmful for both the caster and everyone. Something that nature is opposed to.

The man stepped back and turned to leave before suddenly turning back to face David, an impish smile on his face. “And how is the sorcerer in your pack? I heard she's been making quite the chaos.” David felt the smile on his face freeze. “How do you know about that?” He shrugged. “You should know that your pack members are not as loyal as you think, send my regards to your daughter. I'll soon be coming to pay proper respects to the new Luna.” Laughter followed him as he made his way back into the shadows. **** **** **** ****

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for the past couple of hours since I haven’t been able to sleep at all after all those crazy events, thinking over and over again about the same three, mind-blowing facts. One; I am currently living under the same roof with three freaking Archangels, Two; freaking Raphael the Healer himself actually brought me back to life after my foolish attempt to “save” him -how the hell did he managed to do that I still have no fucking idea- which I definitely have to ask, by the way,

This one didn’t knock. He appeared in the throne room in a flash of silver light and black smoke, dropping to one knee before us. He was old. Older than Darius. His robes were marked with symbols I didn’t recognize, and his eyes were pure white. “I am Magister Thorne of the Arcane Council,” he said, voice echoing in the chamber. “I come as the last neutral party before war begins. The other realms are mobilizing. They will not wait long.” He looked at Aria. Really looked, and his white eyes widened.

Now he was the Alpha King and mom still reigns as the Queen of Mage. "Classes over?" Arnold, dad's beta and aunt Mathilda's mate asked as we entered the Castle while he was coming down the steps. "Yeah, only today. Prof. Lilly isn't up for teaching today," Sarah chirped, obliviously the only person happy among us for classes being cancelled.

After speaking, the man put down the teacup in his hand and immediately left. The woman frowned slightly, somehow feeling that her second brother gave her an unexplainable strange feeling today. However, she did not think too much about that since there were numerous occasions where her second brother had acted weirdly. Outside a castle-like building abroad, a man covered in black attire appeared. It was the Ghost Adept who left Mediterrania. "My liege, you have returned." Seeing the Ghost Adept, two people appeared simultaneously and gave him a respectful bow. After seeing the Ghost Adept's arm, they could not help but be shocked because they saw that their liege's palm had disappeared.