The Archmages Daughter Novels & Stories

“Calm down, Clare! I want you to talk to your daughter, so that they both work for me, it will be for a short period." "But my daughter serves Queen Margareth!" "I know, I need you to inform me of everything that happens; what she says, who she talks to. In exchange I will give you some land and make you free women." "Princess, I don't know how to thank you for what you've told me. I'll talk to her today." "Here, this is for you my dear Clara. They are the title deeds for a house, you will have everything you need." Clara began to cry, she was very happy, she never thought that would happen.

"Well, I think you're ready." She stood up and looked at herself in the full-sized mirror. She was wearing a white halter-top dress with a plunging neckline, emphasizing her breast. Her long black straight hair had no ornaments, but it was soft like a prairie grass that danced in a summer wind. It gives contrast to her blue eyes and pinkish small face. "You're breathtaking, my love. Those men will kneel with your beauty." Her mother complimented her. The youngest daughter of King Lucius and Queen Martina had not been seen by everyone. Unlike her two older sisters, Princess Natalia rarely attended parties. She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans.

_ I picked her up, cradling her against me, and felt the power still thrumming under her skin like a second heartbeat. She was 2 weeks old. And she’d just thrown a Magister across a room without touching him. Thorne forced himself to his knees, bowing despite the blood. “The blade wakes,” he whispered. “The Prophecy is true. The Moon’s daughter will remake or rend the world.” Darius stepped in front of me, Lycan fangs bared. “She’s not your weapon, Magister. She’s our daughter. And you just tried to take her.”

Instead, I saw a man in a black suit, his face perfectly preserved, his eyes two voids of spinning gold. "Hello, Elara," my father’s voice said—not the ghost, not the scientist, but the **Architect Prime**. "It's time for the daughter to return to the Father." He didn't hit me. He didn't blast me. He simply touched my forehead, and the world went black.

Richard should be expecting me by now, after all, I was a few minutes late to the party. Stepping lightly on the brake, my smile became wide. No lights came from the looming building, but crowds were gathered at the entrance. Humans, wolves and vampires alike. My parents had made this city. Molded it in their image. Archenbow was home to all species. Even some witches had taken up residence within these streets, but none was as powerful as I was. Sadly, none of my other siblings had inherited the trait of magic either, making me the first and only witch within my family. It was rarely a burden, except for the times that I felt utterly alone.

Because of that, a person claiming to be a should be able to at least achieve what Cynthia Delaroche achieved. The problem here was, that there was no 'exam' that could certify the title of Archmage, considering that an Archmage was the one who achieved the pinnacle of the arts of magic. So someone claiming to be an 'Archmage' must be able to do what the previous Archmage could do, or surpass it. Cynthia Delaroche was able to build a gigantic magical wall that protects a literal kingdom from monster attacks and the Vampire Lords who have built up their power for hundreds of years to try and invade the kingdom.

Arch Garaman sighed, “We are losing so many lives already because of this spreading magic, lives of brave and honorable warriors of your country. We can’t afford to let any more of them die.” “Will you let us help, then?” Lucas asked. “Before I give my answer, I can sense there’s more you want to tell me,” the Archmage said. “Let us hear them now.” Lucas let out a huge breath. “Of course, we have yet to discuss what we’ll get in return. You’re aware of how negotiation works, are you not, Archmage?” “I’m listening.” “I have not forgotten it was the Archmages from Galadhor who injected a kind of anti-alar inside my chest… and I’m expecting you knew what it is and how to remove it—”

The day comes to play and Arcadia is up and about, doing her regular business which is actually doing nothing and letting the maids feed her till she becomes fat. A knock his heard on her door and the maid opens it for her, "your majesty." She bows out of courtsey and moves out of the way, revealing Magnus in a grand attire, "Arcadia..." He smiles at his daughter and her eyes light up, "You actually came to see me father!!!" She's more than delighted, "I thought you would be too busy to see me, are you here to give me my present?" She squeals, almost deafening everyone as she activated her powers accidentally,

Santi placed her thin hair at the back of her ears before he answered, "Why? It's because they were unable to do so. Who had the guts to fight against us?" Minerva pursed her lips. Right, the jeweled eye possessors were too strong that they were on a whole new level. And... it seemed that she was also one of them. She snuck a peek at her father before she once again asked, "Daddy, there were many archmagesh?" She badly wanted to ask him about this. On the novels that she read back then, it seemed that archmages were scarce. But here, she already heard how often they mention some archmages.