The Archmages Daughter Novels & Stories

“Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…” “Yeah…ever wondered why there were no lycans after me?” He asked, giving me a pointed look. “Because the witch cursed you all to never produce an heir” My answer did not satisfy him. Was there more to it? What was it? Why was he not telling me? “She was no ordinary witch, Celia. She was an Archmage” “What is an Archmage?” I inquired, feeling curious. “A very powerful mage who can sometimes use dark magic.” Dark magic? That indeed sounded mysterious.

Hopefully, my insignificant touch was enough. Archer leaned back in the chair. "I see." His eyes landed on me. "What's so special about you, daughter of Matei? Do you have the same bewitching skill as your father? Are you their new drug, and now that makes you think you can be their leader? Do you have them all wrapped around your little finger here, just like Liam?"

"I lost him once, and I don't want to lose him again. I already lost someone from the stupidity that I made before, it cost so many lives, and I almost wished to sleep for eternity too." Cass stares at the arch she had witnessed being built before. "I never thought I would feel it: that desire that can kill me or send me to despair or will urge me to move forward. It was blissful and painful at the same time; I never encountered that in the place where I grew up, traditions are being followed, and I never believed in those things. It was my salvation, but my downfall too. Both a curse and a blessing." Arturia looks at Cass who's staring at the arch with an intense expression. She looks at th

Abigale called she was a female Archangel assigned to fill the role of my mother, and Azeazels wife so we could all pass for a normal family to the humans, She was of the new generation, blond-haired, blue-eyed, lightly tanned, slim willowy framed, positively perfect bundle of goodness, she was nothing like my red-headed, green-eyed, sassy, curvy, incredibly beautiful, and sexy imperfect human mate. "Shit" I cursed under my breath as she came out the back porch, I was going to catch hell for this, seeing what happened, she stood there a blank shocked look on her face, before hurrying to Azeazels body

Alkhun was certain that Caile will be the rival of Amari throughout the competition. "Athena as the long-range for Marlo's team." She was 19 years old and the best Archer of the descendants in the Palace. Alkhun has experienced it first hand, the ability of this woman. She was the daughter of the Frein Aritrocrat family. Just like Artemis, which was her close friend she decided to stay in the palace. "Roswald as the vanguard of Marlo's team."

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm. Orvyn's POV 'She's the enemy's daughter,' I wanted to remind myself. 'Do not forget what her father made you lose.' The encounter I had with her in the woods kept popping out of nowhere and everywhere in my head. The closeness of our bodies and the feeling of our heart beating against each other was an experience I never thought I'd one day have. Being the daughter of the enemy, any act of intimacy between us would spark debate among the elders of The Table. Especially the power-hungry Archibald. He had been on my tail for a very long time, scouting for loopholes under my reign.

She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself. "Ever since what you did to Archmiagus, the entire Arcane has feared you," Dika said, her voice steady but laced with a hint of admiration. "It’s not just because you’re immune to all powers, you're the strongest. Stronger than me, and that says a lot. There’s nothing in this world you can’t take down if it stands in your way."

But was staying worth it? “That's why we need to prep you. Glam you up. You're our only hope against him.” Mische's voice turned serious. “The Lunnes have always been the Kannes’ biggest rival. Once Rogin finds out you're alive—his enemy's heiress—he'll do everything to destroy you. But if you're ready, if you play your cards right, we can take him down first. For good.” She tilted her head. “What's Dante's endgame, anyway? Did he tell you?”

And now it was fighting back with its most brutal weapon: purification. The quiet rebellion was over. The war for their daughter had begun. Deep in the Core, in a room of pure black metal and glowing data streams, the Archivist watched the chaos unfold on a hundred screens. The Geode's energy signature was a blazing, beautiful, terrifying anomaly on his monitors. He was not like the other Overseers. He was older. His eyes held not just coldness, but a deep, weary knowledge. He watched the feed from the Creche, where one small child sang a note that should have been impossible.

As the witch speaks to me, I still, “I am not a fool. I know I am not long for this world. I can and will wipe the girl’s memory as a kindness to her for what he forced me to do. But be warned, on her eighteenth birthday, she will remember everything. You healer, you have a hard destiny ahead for you. Be strong” I shake my head at her, confused, not understanding what she means. Looking through my tears, I see Michael and Grayson returning a triumphant look on their faces. Then I notice her; Grayson has Amy in his arms; covered in blood and unconscious. Now I understand what the witch meant. I look at her, inclining my head to thank her.