The Archmages Restaurant Novels & Stories

Arch probably came up with another excuse for why she had disappeared for so long. ‎ ‎“Where’s Arch, Mom?” she asked, noticing she hadn’t seen him yet. They had been talking with Arch’s parents for a while because they had so much to catch up on. ‎ ‎“He’s in the kitchen cooking. I told him to hire a maid, but he didn’t want to.” ‎ ‎“That’s fine, Mom. Arch and I can still manage.” ‎ ‎“I’ll just go see Arch in the kitchen,” she said as she excused herself. The lady nodded, so she went.

Emma asked curiously, "Archie, what did you prepare for me?" "We will know when we go and take a look!" Archie opened the door of a black sports car for her. Emma bent down and sat in the driver's seat. After Archie started the engine, the sports car rushed into the night. This resort was quite large. The restaurant and accommodation were separated into two areas. James continued to follow along with his bodyguards. This lineup was really eye-catching. The most famous restaurant in the resort was a specialty restaurant with the theme of farm entertainment. The most expensive one was the three luxurious and elegant pavilions built at the center of the artificial lake.

"Welcome to Mavy's Restaurant—oh my! It's our distinguished guests!" The restaurant staff exclaimed in shock as soon as she saw Minerva and Zinnia standing in front of her. Because they both wore robes and the restaurant staff were taller than them, she didn't notice their features until they looked at her. At first, she assumed they were just some henchmen sent by some powerful family to investigate the rumored Legendary Vicious Beast. But who would've thought that it was the soon-to-be Saint Archmages? Furthermore, they were their frequent guests!

Richard greeted me and gestured to an empty seat next to Roman. “It was interesting, to say the least.” I gave him a polite smile and eyed the array of food on the table. Tantalizing aroma of grilled meat and roasted vegetables wafted into my nose, causing my stomach to grumble. My small display of magic earlier must have made me hungry. "I'm sorry our discussion took so long that we missed lunch." Richard apologised as I took my seat. I glanced across the table and I could see Arch taking a seat furthest from mine, his face guarded and wary. My eyes darted to Chucky, trying to discern if he's planning another attack on Arch. To my surprise, the wolf appeared placid and unconcerned.

After Archer and Aria returned home, while Aria was showering, Archer received a call from home—it was Grace calling. "Archer, come to Grandview tomorrow," Grace said. "Tomorrow?" Archer remained calm. "Yes, I was playing cards today and heard that Grandview recently hired a three-Michelin-star chef who's developed many new dishes. You haven't been home in a while, so let's get together tomorrow and try the new cuisine at Grandview ." Grace held the phone, nervously waiting for Archer's response. This son of hers was too sharp—she was afraid he'd detect something amiss.

Calhoun stopped him from falling and the diner owner smiled sheepishly, “Me ate a lot yesterday. Sorry…” Calhoun patted his shoulder and answered, “No worries. Get us whatever people drink here in the morning along with something fresh to eat. I want to have something hot.” Rugor didn't like the fact that a mage was in his diner but then he was a customer who was with the archon so he couldn't argue. “Yes…yes mage.” He answered and immediately ran into the kitchen as Calhoun walked inside the diner to find Valencia seated on a small table.

“I shall be gone, then. Tell Anselm that we shall meet him in Father’s chambers shortly.” ARCHER heard the loud giggling of his sister Agatha as he knocked on the oak door of her chambers. “Agatha? Madeleine? It is I, Archer. I need to speak with the both of you.” The heavy door opened, revealing a grinning Princess Agatha. She was a lively, fierce one: always high-spirited, but at the moment, she took one look at his grim expression, and her grin dropped. She stood up straighter, her usually mischievous eyes somber.

I question. “I'm hungry. Besides, I promised to see you home. So that's what I am going to do.” he informs me. I roll my eyes. He steps forward and once again offers me his arm. It seems a little more significant now that I know what it means and I appreciate the gesture as more than just typical politeness. I place my hand on his arm and let him lead me inside. The diner is a small place. It is owned by some rich Sorcerer who is never around, so for the most part it is run by his niece. It is for Magics only (his rule), but despite the racism which really can't be avoided in a city like this, it's not a bad place for a reasonably priced meal. Bellamy and I sit across from each other in a li

I took a step closer, making sure my tone matched hers as I replied, "Well, this isn't Night Storm lands. You're in the Forest Moon. And a weak one like me can have you tossed out like yesterday's trash!" "Let's take this outside, shall we?" Archer gritted, resuming his position with one hand in front of me. When I glanced around, I realized a few people, including the town's lone omega, sat at different ends of the small restaurant. All of them were staring at us. Mr. Sloan, the aloof omega, watched the show with mouth hanging open. Jane looked like she would faint now as she regarded the female. "C'mon, gurl, let's head back to work."

In the next split second, Erin smiled a sweet smile when her nethermen managed to catch the same smile from her son who was sitting at the same table with her. "All right. Let's eat now! The soup is almost cold." exclaimed Erin as she placed the spoon in Gabe's bowl. "Do not forget to pray." She continued. *** As Gabe said earlier, Ash and Archie went to Mitchell Hills. A classic style mansion that from today has been occupied by its new owner, the Argent family. Ash and Archie scanned all parts of the mansion from a distance. Not too far, but close enough from their reach. Archie's sense of smell sniffed out a distinctive scent that no other werewolves, apart from Alpha, could pick up.