The Archmages Daughter Novels & Stories

"And everything can begin again." I tightened my grip on the Sword of Eclipse. "Not if you destroy everything to achieve it." He smiled. "You still don't understand." "I am not destroying creation." "I am correcting it." Veya stepped beside me. "You cannot decide the fate of every world." The Architect looked at her. "And you are?" "The last voice of the Silent Realm." His expression shifted slightly. "Nyxara's daughter." Veya stiffened. "You know my mother?" "I created the laws that imprisoned her."

I mumbled and she nodded his head in response. “This day, I will make sure that you kneel down and treat me as your king. You are my daughter. The blood that runs in your veins came from me. I control your life and you have no other choice but to obey me. Margaux, the daughter of the son of the darkness, I am commanding you to repeat after me. You will be under my spell and with that, you will treat me as your allies.” I know I f*cked up this time.

"Do we have a daughter we did not know about?" Darach King muttered in astonishment. His orbs turned a mesmerizing molten gold in curiosity as the Beast residing in his soul peeked at Esmeray, His Daughter~ Fallen under a trance when Darach tried to rise from his seat Amber held his hand holding him back. 'She is the same witch Isak foolishly claimed to be his friend. The one who broke the protective barriers around our Queendom.' She informed him along with her father Aric King through their mind-link.

Her bond pulsed, leading her to a hidden chamber deep below the skyscraper. She kicked the door open, her heart stopping. Kael was chained to a crimson altar, his chest bare, his crimson mark glowing faintly. The Daughter stood over him, her claws raised, a dark ritual circle etched in blood around them. “One more drop,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming. “Get away from him!” Aria roared, her light blasting through the room. The Daughter dodged, her claws slashing Aria’s arm. Blood sprayed, but Aria didn’t falter, tackling her to the ground.

"That's enough. Let Violet go back to rest." I gave her a 'you can't separate me from my daughter' look. "We don't need you here. Please get out. I'll take it from here," I replied firmly. Azalea swallowed her compulsion. "If you say so." She flashed her charming fake smile. "See you tomorrow, Violet." After the archmage left, my breathing was one notch lighter. I fixed the blanket at Violet's feet. "Is this comforting enough, my bloom?" The girl brushed off my hand.

Smoke rose from the chimney, and I smelled a strong potion. Despite the hatred I felt for them, I couldn't stop the nostalgia of growing up here. I blinked back tears and cleared the thickness in my throat. "Are you sure you can do this?" Judah asked me, staring at me with concern. "As if I have a choice." "Then let's do this." I barged in, yelling at the top of my lungs, "Give me my daughter. She does not belong here." Three figures who sat around a wooden table having dinner raised their heads, and I remembered them – Endora, the queen of the dark arts, and her two twin best friends, Agatha and Agnes.

My sister spoke before I could ask how he knew we had grown up as rogues. “You know, Alpha Lucas, I would have thought you would recognize us. Your mate is the reason our mother is dead.” I snarled. “What accusation are you trying to make, exactly?” “Of course, the high and mighty Alpha would forget about us. Don’t you remember the she-wolf and her children that you took in? The unborn daughter you abandoned?” I pressed. “Adam?” Lucas gasped. “In the flesh, Alpha, and this is your daughter. Lizzy Devereaux, rightful Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” I smirked, satisfied with the shock written across his face.

The magic grows and ripples violently before it is quickly sucked into her hand like she has absorbed it. "She is her grandmother's child," I hear Benjamin's voice in the link. Looking beside me, I see Benjamin and Ares' wolves starting at their daughter, as we are all in awe of the powerful little girl; Dagon and his people all have looks of pure terror etched onto their faces. "And more," Ares adds before our warriors rush forward, attacking Dagon's warriors who are focused on protecting the witches.

Around them, servants moved silently, clearing plates and bringing the next course, pretending not to notice the tension crackling between the royal daughter and her future stepbrothers. Buck grinned, unable to resist rising to her bait. "That I'm unbeatable in the ring." His chest puffed slightly with pride. "Three years running, champion in my age group." "Impressive," Elizabeth said, her tone suggesting it was anything but. "Though I wonder if your opponents give their all against the son of Thunder Peak's Luna." King Alexander watched his daughter with a mixture of pride and concern. Her political instincts were razor-sharp, sometimes too sharp.

Until now. Great Archmage Lodwig Godgrafen, bearded and tall as a pine, disembarked with his usual air of unbending gravitas. By his side walked Grand Scholar Angelina, a woman whispered to have mastered twelve schools of magic, her silver-rimmed glasses sparkling beneath her scholar’s hood. The crowd’s cheers shifted to gasps of reverence. “Even Artermesia has joined the Summit…” someone whispered. “This changes everything.”