The Last Mage Novels & Stories

Pointing to the girl beyond them. He looked back at her and then at me before lowering her head. “A mage?” Vanquish snarled. Looking over them at the girl which was already backing up so fast she stumbled. Hawk backed from the doorway and hopped down from the steps to help her up. “She’s mine.” He lifted his head challengingly. “And I’m a mage.” “Everyone needs to calm down!” Magnus put his hands up to ward Vanquish from approaching faster. “Before this all blows up...”

Persuade her to submit to him before the moon. His close friend Magus took a seat next to him. Magus was a rare addition to their pack. A creature half mage-half wolf he was immensely rare. There was purportedly only one other such creature in existence. And he was allegedly the Commander of King Detry’s Mages Guild. “What are you so pensive about?” Magus queried. “Same thing you are, I’ve no doubt.” “I’m far less pensive than I should be.” Magus was trying to hide a self-satisfied smirk and failing.

I see the faces of most of my eyes become pale and they start of sweat; Mage comes out as he pleases nowadays and he's been training with my body too, everyone already knows that Mage resides inside me and has seen him multiple times but I guess they're still not used to it. "My wonderful minions, I have waited so long to speak to you all. Your loyalty towards me and her is a necessity for me to win; therefore any hindrance caused by either one of you will not be received well by me. My time has finally come, you will all join me in my wrath of hell that I will unleash upon this world after our glorious victory." Mage's deathly loud deep voice echoes throughout the hall, as he warns them his

I saw at least 20 mages fall. However, our success was short lived. Clearly angered, the last mage general stepped forward. I knew this was going to be the one that was the most dangerous. As soon as he raised his arms, our entire force, including Atlas halted in their tracks. I watched wide eyed as some of our warriors began attacking our own troops. They had been spelled to attack their own people.

He finished my thoughts. “For a few days.” I shrugged my shoulders. “You make sure nobody followed you.” I mean it’s that obvious. Boomer folded his arms across his chest. “Which means they’ll stay put. They’ll watch the roads. They’ll rotate guards. They’ll convince themselves they’re safe.” Every word fit together as naturally as pieces on a chessboard. Because that was exactly what this was. Not a battle. But… A game. Ralph had always believed victory belonged to whoever swung the hardest. He’d never understood that real victories were usually decided before either side realized they were playing.

In an instant, it vanished from its pedestal, leaving only an empty space where it once rested. As his life slipped away, Magnus’s gaze never wavered from Isolde. He knew the danger she posed, the perilous path she was set upon. With his last breath, he hoped that somehow, someone would uncover the truth he had glimpsed, for the sake of the coven and the magical world itself. And then, with a final, feeble exhale, Magnus succumbed to the darkness that closed in around him, leaving only silence in his wake.

A lycanthrope mage can take on as many alphas as he can, but the mage lycanthrope has a weakness that can be their demise. The mage lycanthrope would die if stabbed with a silver blade laced with wolfsbane and garlic. Mage lycanthropes live for years. The last mage, Lycanthrope, was killed thousands of years ago. The Lycan was killed by one of its subordinates; the subordinate had been trying to find ways to eliminate him, and then, after years of research, the Lycanthrope was killed.

I’m not sure I want to know why you’re laughing. “After thoroughly researching everything with Lady Monica’s assistance in the lower Mage Study, the last great Mage that was recorded to have Death magic lived over three hundred years ago in the Southern Province.” I flinched at his words. Oh no. Quickly, I looked down at the ground as he spoke. That’s why he gave me the jewel...

AUTHOR Azrion had once known this day would come. Or rather, he had hoped it would. A lot of years had passed, and he still kept his faith. He was the last man standing amongst the mages: wise men who had once stood tall as members of the royal council. They had been doctors who taught the art of medicine used to treat the soldiers. They had been seers: people who had the power to perform magic, to see the future, to connect with the past.

One of my legs did not want to work, but I made it move. I charged at Cassian with my sword in both hands. I swung it wildly trying to keep him back. He did not give me any space. He caught my wristband took the sword away from me. I stumbled, half-blind from the pain. I was still alive. I was still dangerous. I found the sunburst charge in my belt. It was my last resort, it was made from magnesium and silver dust making it enough to cook a vampire's eyes. I slapped it to the floor between us.