The Archmage's Restaurant Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Isabela let go of her embrace, then pushed Archie's arm—ordering him to move to the other side of the bed. The Hybrid chuckled, then moved to the place where the orange-haired boy was. Dave looked ready to welcome Archie's arrival. He immediately held out a few books in front of Archie while wearing a big smile that showed two blanks in his lower teeth. Without protest Archie accepted the book, then read the writing and looked at the front cover of the book one by one. His attention was drawn to the only dark purple book with a picture of an old castle surrounded by bats and crescent moons. "A vampire and a hybrid?" Archie unconsciously read the writing on the bottom cover of the book.

In the tiny meeting room where only the torch on the corners illuminates them, their eyes burned with passion as they readied themselves to fight together with the hero to save the Island of Llfhame. “A one man army huh, I see you also have a strong set of spirits,” said the fair man with a black hair as he faced Harlequin. The man’s face was a face of a saint, the type to be revered wherever he goes, but his eyes were the exception. Those eyes were full of malice, ambition, and pride. The man was the Grand Arch Wizard. Behind him was a scene that appalled every one of Harlequin’s spirits. It was more terrible that what they have thought.

She imagined what it would feel like on the other parts of her body again. "Sil? Sil?" She snapped out of her thoughts though it took a little shake. "Penny for your thoughts". She smiled. "It wasn't something serious. Just random thoughts". "And you don't want to talk about it? Is it about the chimera?" He peered into her eyes. "No, no my love it isn't. I'm fine. What were you saying?" "Master Arcus left me a book, Magix of death and life." Sil looked at him wide eyed. "Isn't that the book about Necromancy?"

“They are going to be so excited to see you. They ask about you every day when I visit.” I knew I should pull my hand away but her small delicate hand had so much strength behind it felt so safe and good in my much larger calloused hand. I didn’t want to let go. We went around the large porch and through a grand flower entrance filled with white flowers and then after finally making it past the very large house and into a huge garden covered in white flowers but now also tents and what felt like every red wolf and every white priestess busily all working together to make a meal. I suddenly realized as Gorm, the red wolf that had been captured and had already sworn an oath to the Mystic

“I’m a man with contacts, Rose.” I twitched my chin, nodding. “Of course you are. But Boston is Vitale’s.” He smirked and shook his head. “Not the entirety of it. This restaurant is not either. Some people like to be free of shackles.” I gulped the moisture of my tongue and he added, “Let’s order and then talk, shall we?” We both browsed the menu before ordering. I pressed my legs together under the table as his eyes lingered on me, his gaze burning on my neck, my collarbone, my lips, every part of me—parts that he could not even see.

Other than Jude’s horrifying propensity for cruelty, which was beginning to turn my empty stomach sour, I stowed away every word from the two of them, determined to dissect each one later. Eventually, after hearing my stomach growl one too many times, we took a lunch break. Ignoring my promises to pay her back, Nova ordered a couple of pizza’s to the restaurant. While we ate, the two went over curses and their various attributes, along with the different types of spells. As it turns out, there was a lot.

“You okay, Serenity? You still get queasy after all these years.” I swallowed, forcing a nod. “Just... a bit rattled,” I managed, looking around the restaurant. “It’s all happening so fast.” My hands trembled slightly, and I clasped them together to steady myself. Then, the familiar scent of grilled meat and spices filled the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of magic that lingered in the Embermoon Steakhouse.

Why do I even have to prepare him food when he has so many maid to do that for him. I decided to prepare some stew and grilled fish for him. But since Thiago was not yet around for the next hour, I decided to explore the mansion’s expansive library, a sanctuary filled with rare books and artifacts. I couldn’t believe that Thiago’s house actually owns this much books that normal libraries wouldn’t probably have. As I browsed the shelves, a quiet voice interrupted my thoughts. “Looking for something specific, Madame Bridgette?” I turned to see Magda, one of the maids, standing nearby. Her eyes were guarded, and there was a hint of something unspoken in her gaze. “Just taking a break,” I replie

Since the last dissolution of the senior council, the once-orderly rhythm of the Pact’s inner sanctum had collapsed into soft chaos maps unmarked, archives untouched, corridors echoing with steps no one followed. But in the northeast vault, behind a row of scrollcases warped by age, Ari found it. A journal. Not scribed, but handwritten with ink stained by travel and water damage. The binding bore a single initial: M. Mira Hale. Ari ran her fingers over the leather cover. It didn’t hum like enchanted texts. It didn’t pulse or resist. It simply waited. She opened to the first page. “If the Pact lasts longer than its usefulness, it must be undone. Not with fire. With silence. With questions.”