Novel & Cerita The Archmage's Restaurant Chapter 1

All the new mages were gathered together in a very large room and they had all taken their seats behind a table with a magic herb and a cauldron on it. There were 90 of them in total and their instructor was a mage that she hadn’t seen before. He said to them, only for those who hadn’t already done so, to start by taking the level 1 mind opening magic herb that was on their table and he told them that they just had to eat the little white flower that was in the center of it.

Novices and Fire Mages sat around eight large tables in the dining hall. All kinds of meats seasoned with garlic, rosemary, mustard seeds and other spices had been prepared by the mages and novices in charge of the kitchen. Sauces, mashed potatoes, green beans and mushrooms cooked in butter were placed on big, round plates next to the meat. Decanters and pitches with wine and other beverages were within arm’s reach. Rhobart, Ayla, and Milton sat at the same table as the Arch-Mage, the twins were yet to arrive. Kerra was lying at Rhobart’s feet, chewing a bone.

Standing in the chaotic lobby, Mavric and Liora realized that they were no longer the hunters they had become the prey in their own city. END OF CHAPTER 174

"Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!" I lunged for the Anchor just as the silver arrows struck the stone. The combination of my "Editor" energy and the conductive silver created a backdraft of pure, white-hot narrative force. The clones shattered into glass shards. The purple mist was sucked back into the pillar. And then, the voice of the Author changed. It went from a scream to a glitchy, distorted whisper. “Fine. You want a different story? You want a mystery? Then find the Architect. Book Two: The Silent Kingdom. Coming... never.”

A day or so, had passed since that conversation and Alexis spent most of her time holed up, trying to read through the thick books Emilia had left her. The books were more packed than her college books and shortly after her head would be spinning. Terms like, central mana, epidermal mana, mental mana and emotional mana. After a while she had to read through the same pages multiple times, barely grasping an understanding. One of the books, the one on magical creatures was actually interesting. It had long chapters that focused on a single creature, it was packed with their abilities, mental capabilities and even hobbies and preferences with dislikes labeled boldly. Warning the readers not to

He had removed the digital silk. Now, there were no influencers. There were no fans. There were no legends. There was only the predator, the prey, and the silence of the canyon. "Chapter seven is complete," Silas said to the moon. "The noise is gone. Now, we talk face to face." He vanished into the brush, moving toward the main house. The signal was broken, but the message was just beginning to be delivered.

Chapter 1: The Binding Contract The towering spires of Emberforge Citadel pierced the stormy sky like obsidian blades as Elyndor Starveil stepped through the massive enchanted gates, his travel cloak heavy with rain and his heart pounding with a potent mix of defiance, ambition, and nervous anticipation. At twenty-four, the young mage had earned his place as one of the most promising apprentices in the realm through sheer talent and relentless determination. Yet being personally assigned to Lord Sylas Emberforge, the most feared and respected sorcerer lord in the kingdom felt less like an honor and more like stepping willingly into a dragon’s lair. The air inside the citadel hummed with raw,

In short, I feel like I'm in a museum. Mageía Egress is here. This serves as our portal to Mageia, our realm. A place where everyone has power. Literally. But I stopped talking in my thoughts when Alaric hit my nape. “I instruct you, but then, it seems like you have no plan of listening. Why don't you just go with us so we don't have to worry about you?” He said with his arms crossed over his chest. Honestly, he may look like a mother scolding her child right now. I try my best not to laugh so I just look down.

The temple sending Archmages was no joke; it would mean nothing but a threat that would come; a big threat to Glacia. “Forgive us for having you wait, Your Highness. I am Arch Garaman and with me is my apprentice, Pallet,” said the one with the silver chains. “We carry some disturbing news from the Elder Magus himself.” Arth had to swallow the lump in his throat, to brace himself, while trying to maintain his calm expression. “I’m hoping it’s not as big as it would seem.” The two mages exchanged glances, and that just made Arth more worried, his one heel bouncing on the floor.

I am part of this world. The Archivist smiled. "Welcome." The sun rose over the Academy's towers, turning the stone to gold, and the silver flowers pulsed with a light that held the dawn. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 87