The Last Mage Novels & Stories

I questioned him “Because Terra and Petro both have pieces f ‘Heart of Magic’ …. it won’t be completed without their pieces of gem.. Without ‘Heart of magic’ I won’t be able to do what I was waiting for from past 200 years and all of my Dragon people and I will be stuck in your hideous realm for eternity” Draco said with little annoyed tone

Meanwhile, Astrid held her breath as she watched the amazing events before her eyes. “zu'u am draco, kul do zergenth, protector do fin lok, fin laat dovah kulaan Nau magica,” jawab Draco. I am Draco, son of Zergenth, Protector of The Sky, the last dragon prince on Magica. An inscription reappeared on the page in ancient script form.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

"Put the Book of Indina on that shelf for now. We will open it later." "What’s the deal with the book, anyway?" I asked as I slid it onto the wood. "Why did it disappear the last time I saw it?" "It bears the history and traditions of mages," Elder Kaelith said. "It contains names, locations, and secrets that would be catastrophic in the wrong hands. Because of that, all three copies of the book have been spelled. Only a mage can see the text. To anyone else, it appears as a blank ledger or simply doesn't exist to their eyes at all."

“No one has the artifact. That Guardian possesses its own artifact. It wears it around its neck like a trophy.” Legarde puts his hand to his chin. “I know you believe in the old ways Legarde, but there are times that great change will bring balance.” “My answer is the same.” Lord Legarde stands. “The people have even started to blame the mages. They are starting to believe what they hear from the other cities, that somehow it is them that is bringing the evil down upon us. My lead Mage is gone and my other mages who are now overwhelmed with keeping the spirits and creatures in check. That is why I don’t have a mage guard. I don’t have enough mages.”

Rector said with a chuckle and a wink. “Well my lords, not entirely” Rowina said, standing up, once again raising her hand, “I once read stories about a Grand Magus who once communed with spirits in the dark realm, who then showed him glimpses of what it would look like if the necromancers Gargaroth and Telagus were not defeated.” “That is a myth” Rector replied with a head shake and small chuckle, before walking out of the door, closing it behind him. “What happened to this Grand Magus?” Rex asked, he was curious about the ending to the story she told.

"But please, call me Serra now." He nods before ushering me to the other mages who hold the fort while I am gone. Mage Thorne, Mage Isadora, and Mage Marcus. "It's an honor to finally meet you in person," Mage Isadora says. She is a new face. "I am excited to start working with the legendary mage." "The pleasure is mine," I reply, ignoring how she called me a 'legendary mage'. Mage Thorne is quiet though, only watching me intently. I remember him as one of the mages who arrived at the palace at the same time as I did.

Joanna asked, moving back to his side. He smiled. "Jasmine needs to go to the dragon realm," he said and carefully turned the pages of the book until he found the page he wanted. To me, he said, "Your mom created realms for the creatures of the seven magics after she defeated Sharra the first time. You know that?" he asked. "Of course." It was taught at the Academy, though I'd never heard of a dragon realm. Just add that to the list of things I didn't know existed, including an angel realm.

Brett asked him, throwing the dead 5th person and wiping the blood near my lips. Whether he says 'no' , he can't escape. The last Mage began to run away. In such a large amount of strength in Brett’s arm, he stretched it backward and then threw the heavy blade towards his side. 'Zoom!' "Ahhhh!" It pierced into his knee. He knelt down but he still forced himself to stand. That's when Brett threw another dagger onto his shoulder. 'Zoom!' "Ack!" 'Thud' As soon as Brett injured the last Mage, he could feel his power back. The spell was broken.

I wanted more than that. Later that night, Ambrosius and I met again. This time, not at Moonbane. Not at Riddle. We met halfway—in neutral territory. An abandoned skyfort, once used by the Magewatch centuries ago, now silent and empty except for the soft hum of magical decay. We sat on opposite sides of a stone table, no guards, no attendants. Just us and the cold wind whispering through broken glass windows. “She was there,” I said, skipping the pleasantries.