The Archmages Restaurant Novels & Stories

According to tradition, any person could be a guest of the castle’s owner, so long as he was a twilight mage. After the King’s death, the Castro-Firel castle passed into the ownership of Ulfricus Ayris’s family. Ulfricus was the distant ancestor of the current king. Since then the Arch has been reset. Reive knit his brows. “Does your king invite only necromancers to the feasts?” he was surprised. “No! The Arch is now working in another way. It’s lets in high-born people, and that’s all. If you don’t belong to, at the very least, a low-ranking noble family, you can’t get into the castle.”

"Don't come home too late." The restaurant we went to was located on the border between packs, on the top floor of a classic modern building. The interior was elegant, with large windows displaying a view of the busy streets from above. Thin curtains billowed gently in the breeze from the ceiling vents, and the aroma of freshly grilled meat wafted out from the kitchen to greet us. Alpha Aric had rented out the entire floor of the restaurant for the two of us. There were no other guests, only the soft instrumental music filling the room. It felt like we were in a world of our own.

Lucia and Bianca trailed behind them. Lucia muttered quietly at Kiran's back, "Just wait until you embarrass yourself in a moment!" Kiran didn't respond, just smiled. Yvonne's face, however, was full of playful smiles, curious if the hotel and the villa she stayed in were provided by the same family. Soon, they arrived at The Crown. Archie and the leaders stood hesitant at the entrance, intimidated not only by the opulent decor but also by the knowledge that, in Fawkes, everyone knew this was a private restaurant of the Sutton family, one that had never been open to outsiders.

"That's right. That... I really want a meat steak specially made by someone." "Someone? Did you just try the meat steak that was specially made for you?" Merliana then widened her ignorant smile and approached Arleena. "Who? Tell me, who made you-" "Anyone!" said Arleena, cutting Merliana off. Her awkward smile remained wide. "I mean, it could be a famous chef. I was just watching a cooking show yesterday." Merliana then flicked a finger. "Ah, I know! You must not know the restaurant that just opened three days ago, right? It's across the street from this building. Just go there."

The soldier bowed and exited through a side door. The soldier returned, accompanied by a slender figure in robes of midnight blue embroidered with silver symbols. The newcomer's hands were marked with intricate tattoos identifying trained mages. "I am Archmagus Elara, advisor to the crown on matters of magic." "Our guests bring troubling news of werewolves killed by magical means within our city," the queen said. "What can you tell us of this?"

Why do I have this terrible habit of stammering like an idiot around him? But she remembered The Pact. The Women. The Blog. Go for it. What the hell. This is what I wanted, right? "Is there a decent place to eat around here?" she asked. "The Armadillo Bar and Grill," he said with a grin. "Not exactly around here but close enough. You can get everything from a steak to a beer to the finest bourbon. It's where everyone kicks up their heels. Or just hangs out. Be ready at seven, okay? We'll have a great night."

When she arrived at the opening, she was met by a fellow elf dressed in warrior attire. “Welcome, Lady Calyx Archer,” he greeted. “Lady Crystobelle suspects you may have an appetite and has set up a fare for the both of you while you two discuss important affairs.” Calyx smiled at Dante Elderys. “Thank you, Dante, but you do not need to be so formal with me.”

That wasn’t bad. No tension. No anger. No get out of my office. So...progress. By eleven, I’m staring at the clock. Instead of ordering for her like I used to, I get up and knock. “Hi,” I say. “I was about to place the lunch order. What would you like?” “From where?” “Archie’s.” She tilts her head. “Never heard of it.” “It’s small,” I admit. “but it's a Michelin star restaurant.”

Archer got his dark hair and brown eyes from his father but is a few inches taller and many pounds lighter than his dad. “It’s a little early,” Archer starts. “But is anyone hungry? We can do brunch instead of lunch.” “That’s fine with me,” I say. “I’ll gladly go out.” Mr. Jones pats his stomach. “The breakfast at the hotel was terrible.” “There’s a cute little Mexican restaurant down on the corner.” Mrs. Jones motions behind her. “I could really use a margarita right now.” She nudges me. “Maybe we could split a pitcher.” “Uh…yeah.” I look at Archer, who grabs his phone and wallet from the coffee table. I pull my purse up over my shoulder and go to the door, waiting for Archer.

you look breathtaking my goddess," Archer said as he led me towards the stairs I used to enter the room. I was still blushing from his compliments and I let him hold me on the waist gently as we walked up the stairs. He drew out a chair for me and I sat, I watched him as he started to place the beautiful meals he specifically prepared for this date. I love homemade meals and this was the first meal my mate prepared for me, I was going to be eating my mate's food tonight!! " You are very welcome". Archer says as he hands me a plate. He started to dish the nose-blinding dish on my plate and I swallowed visibly when I saw the steak. It was well-cooked and soft on the inside as I cut into it but