The Archmage's Restaurant Novel Novels & Stories

He had been in the dungeon, forgotten and left to rot all these years but then somebody took the effort to silence him so surely his words should have an ounce of truth atleast. Hence, I was determined to find the answers to my questions. Positioning the ladder under the huge desk, I climbed up and ran my eyes through the spines. I read through the titles, the ones that I could, and scratched my chin, wondering what to pick up first. ‘Mages of the ancient’ A title of a book caught my attention, and I wondered if this could be it. Reaching for the giant tome, I slowly pulled it out and struggled a bit to hold it in my hands.

Stuart gave a stiff nod. "Luckily the cave is bordered. We've gone through half the area, but a lot of the magic-protected parts are impenetrable." He continued, "We mapped everything. He continued, "We mapped everything.In this area, I suspect where the Archmage is holding Miss Jasmine." Elenor tugged on her assistant's arm, proposing, "Bring Azriel along. He's the best spell breaker this pack has. He’ll come in handy, especially when you are dealing with the Archmage herself.."

Going up to the second floor is the living area, with a small living room, a meeting room, a kitchen, a storeroom, a dining area, sanitary facilities, and a dormitory for apprentices. The water used in the Mage Tower is drawn directly from the Water Elemental Realm, and the supply will automatically stop when the reservoir is full. The kitchen uses a magic array for cooking, which can be understood as a modern gas stove, except that it can only be used by at least one mage apprentice. The storeroom also has a magic array, which can theoretically keep food looking the same even after ten years, as long as the energy source is constant, but cannot preserve living things.

Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map. I arched a brow. “Please tell me you didn’t get caught.” Tarin’s smirk widened. “Please. We’re ghosts. Besides, the Restricted Archives barely noticed we were there.” Thessaly snorted. “A librarian noticed.” “Barely,” Tarin said with a wave. I set my tea aside and pulled the nearest tome toward me. Black Court: Lineage and Rise. The cover alone radiated old, foul magic, the kind that whispered if you listened too long. “How much of their shit did you take?”

I nodded at her and grabbed the book. Venturing towards Micha’s room, I noted the aftermath—chaos and debris lingered everywhere. The arch-demon’s might have exceeded all my expectations. I stepped inside; Micha was sitting up, eagerness radiating from him. We placed the book on the bed, and it opened like a flower at dawn. Golden script illuminated the pages. “Hearts heavy with concern, I sense the questions brewing in your minds.” “I hold no strategies, merely stories of past events. As a book, I cannot think for you. However, I can share some insights that may help your quest.”

He moved with a terrifying economy of motion, his body perfectly in tune with the harsh terrain. As he reached the base of the hill, he looked back up at the lights of the estate one last time. They looked like dying stars. "Sleep well," he said, the shadow of a smile touching his hard, scarred lips. "The architect is coming home." The night swallowed him whole. By the time the security guards at the gate finished their shift and headed inside for coffee, Silas Thorne was already miles away, lost in the labyrinth of the city, preparing the tools that would turn their sanctuary into a slaughterhouse.

“Archie, let me ask you a question too. From now on, are you going to immediately kneel down and surrender to me, and ask your entire clan to become a subsidiary of Regal Palace? “If my organization were to suffer from a disaster, your clan must rush ahead of us to fight the enemy. If the enemy wants to harm Regal Palace, your clan must rush to the front and allow the enemy to step over your family’s bodies. Are you willing to do that?” “Tyr, are you kidding me?” No matter how calm and collected Archie was, Tyr’s words triggered him immediately. “Archie, aren’t you making a fool out of me when you asked for the elixir and magic books?” “I’m being serious.” Archie spread his arms widely. Two

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.

he replied, not seeming to realise his own contradiction, distracted by the chaos of the dining hall. The tables were crowded with robed mages of all ages ranging from lanky limbed adolescents to elderly. Rivyn slid us onto a bench seat, and someone handed us plates and cutlery. “It seems to be an eat or be eaten situation,” he commented, reaching to the platter in the centre and retrieving meat and vegetables for us deftly. A bowl containing bread was being passed around the table. I served both Rivyn and myself. The noise of the meal was phenomenal, so much so that to be heard even between us involved almost yelling, therefore we did not try to hold a conversation. When we were finished, h

Richard greeted me and gestured to an empty seat next to Roman. “It was interesting, to say the least.” I gave him a polite smile and eyed the array of food on the table. Tantalizing aroma of grilled meat and roasted vegetables wafted into my nose, causing my stomach to grumble. My small display of magic earlier must have made me hungry. "I'm sorry our discussion took so long that we missed lunch." Richard apologised as I took my seat. I glanced across the table and I could see Arch taking a seat furthest from mine, his face guarded and wary. My eyes darted to Chucky, trying to discern if he's planning another attack on Arch. To my surprise, the wolf appeared placid and unconcerned.