The Archmage's Restaurant Novel Novels & Stories

The white world suddenly shifted. The floating pages arranged themselves into towering shelves that stretched beyond the horizon. Books appeared. Then more books. Then millions. Each carried a single name on its spine. Some were familiar. Some belonged to people Adrian had never met. Others bore names history itself had forgotten. The shelves continued growing until they formed an endless city of stories. Adrian slowly whispered, "This is the Archive..." "No." The voice corrected him. "The Archive preserves stories." "This place..." "...creates them." His heartbeat stopped for an instant.

Chapter 34 ALEJANDRO POV The sun was starting to set behind the tall buildings as I sat in a Chinese Restaurant. It was on a Friday, and the whole building was bustling with people. I remained glued at the farthest end of the restaurant, facing the wall and away from the people. I checked my clock for the umpteenth time, my patience slowly wearing thin. It was too day after Rayana’s official inauguration, and the news of her being the new Archduchess was still a fresh topic in people’s mouths. Everywhere I went, posters of her were plastered everywhere, and my chest swelled with pride every single time.

“I told him he absolutely couldn’t treat me this way! That daddy wouldn’t allow it. Everyone at the restaurant kept looking at me last night and his empty chair and I couldn’t stand it Catrice! I ran up to my room and-" The audio abruptly cut out as Grayson had apparently heard enough. He even zoomed back out of her room to a split view screen of all the cameras at once. All the other staff was present and accounted for. Angelina was turning down the sheets in the master suite. Grayson liked the way she made his bed the most, like no fucking wrinkles. Janelle was dusting in the foyer, the maid whom Amber knew the least about. Maria was cleaning the kitchen counters, working around Courtney’s

After dinner, the dark one helped drag the given textbooks and manuals from the library to my room and left on his own business. Until dinner, I sat over my books, trying not to think about the upcoming test. I chose my specialty for a reason, because archiving involves access to the most extensive library in the kingdom. I had a glimmer of hope that Marner the First and his men had missed something, and that proof of his treachery lay somewhere on the dusty shelves.

I slid into the booth across from her, feeling a sense of satisfaction at how seamlessly the encounter was unfolding. As we settled into the booth, the savory aromas of Roxy's meal wafted up, mingling with the diner's familiar scents. I leaned in, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone as I asked my question. “So, Roxy, I’m just going to be forthright here. I was reading that book to find out more about a creature called a Cryomancer. Do you recall reading anything about them?” Roxy's eyes, sparkling with curiosity, met mine, and she paused, her hamburger suspended mid-air. I could tell she was intimidated by me and who could blame her? I was, after all, one of the most powerful creatures

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

"But I'm not referring to my magic being compared to the five of you." For a moment, Mayari emitted a blue light as she summoned two of her trusted ice knifes in in each of her hands. "When I'm your enemy," She pointed the sharp end to the mages. "it is a matter of skills, not gifts." Meanwhile, in the grand ballroom. The very last anticipated guest have finally arrived, the Royal Family. Music immediately stopped as everyone bowed in respect for the King and Queen and their family. When all have lifted their heads, the ringing sound of glass being lightly hit by metal gathered the attention of the crowd. All eyes found their way above the set of stairs where Duke Fernando stand.

I rubbed my hands together and held my breath as we walked to and through the gates. It looked worse on the inside, deserted like a scene from I Am Legend. I suppose it would be palpitating if zombies jumped out of nowhere… “Let’s hurry before the guards come out.” Ace led the way to Maggie’s while the rest of the train followed behind in a single file, refusing to loose guard. The first thing I noticed was that the breakfast restaurant lost its previous glow. The windows were shut and covered with magical sealing curtains, and the tables and chairs were mostly ruined. With a little bit of magic and Morgan’s excellent repairing skills, we brought the place back. Kind of.

I hardly ever saw the High Priestess unless it was for lunch and dinner so if I could just get through lunch odds are I wouldn’t have to see her anymore today. I went into the kitchen full of many greetings and smiles with it being my big day. I could see a few looking over at me and second glancing to see if they saw me correctly. I felt my wolf inside me beaming with pride at our new look and rolled my eyes. I wondered if this was how it would be if I would just feel her in me and know what the other was thinking. We were all busy preparing breakfast for the High priestess and everyone and Margo stepped in which never happened as she was always busy fussy with the High Priestess. Eve

Instead, his smiles are still showing like it was just a normal conversation that most of the villager have ever know as living under the lawful monarchy governance involving the common specialty of their power as healer of the sick, to make up with the witches and put the Versailles into the most prosperous estate. Argen would not be surprised about the sudden mention of head. When she have already read the book and seen a few images that really relates to the dark magic that her mother have. It’s deadly creepy and a some sort of curse to enable life into most onward weal. “I’m giving you a place for free,” she said and trying to force herself showing off a smile as she could after noticing