The Last Mage Novels & Stories

But tonight, little queen… rest. I close my eyes. Ten pieces down. One enemy ended. And the longest night of my life is finally over. The sun rises on the last day of Spring Break morning over a valley that’s still standing. We paid the price. And we’re still here to pay it again tomorrow. Because that’s what family does. The Monastery of Mages and Wizards, Shambhala March 22, 2027 – 03:11 a.m. Himalayan time (thirteen hours after the battle)

Follow Xavier and Erica’s youngest daughter Valerie Ravenwood’s story in The Last Dragon’s Mage Synopsis: [Book 3 in Mage's Mate series, can be read as a stand-alone or as a part of the series] Valerie Ravenwood, the youngest daughter of Erica and Xavier Ravenwood has led an inferior life for the past 18 years what with being a wolfless and a namesake mage. Desperate to prove her worth, she runs away from home after being denied to join the Medeis Challenge, an annual competition held exclusively for mages, and judged by dragons. She follows her elder sister, who has been chosen to take part in the aforementioned competition but manages to lose her way and stumbles, literally, into the terri

The nine stood around the circular table that he had once hidden under with Layana, it felt like so long ago, a tiny smile crossed his lips as he reminisced on their night together, it had only been a few hours since he had seen her, but he missed her already. “This is a very dangerous game my king,” Adantero the Metal Mage said, his grey eyes sharp, he was a man in his mid-40s. “One that we must play, what do you know about the ability of the Dark Lord?” Evaan asked them, “The spell to check If he possesses an ability will not work,” Caylen the Water Mage spoke, his pale blond hair falling in front of his pale blue eyes. Gabriel the Fire Mage nodded; he was a man in his early 50s.

"Your bloodline... they are the cowards. And now you will pay the price for their sins." I knew little of what he spoke about. There was a mage in each story of the Great War. Over the years his account had been changed, but in each one he had gone mad with grief after the death of his mate and killed himself, burying the imperial castle along with himself. The mage from the stories, if they were true, was long dead. But the man before me claiming to be him was way too powerful to have been an imposter. "How are you alive?" I demanded, blocking another blow from his scythe.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

"Just perfect timing. I'm Jane's real father, Jeremy. You all think she's this sweet and obedient girl, don't you?" He laughed coldly. "She's nothing but a devil!" "Stop, please..." Jane tried to stop him, but he didn't listen. "I warned you—no money, and I'd expose everything! Did you really think I'd let you walk away unscathed?" Jeremy turned to us and mockingly said, "Open your eyes! That Silverthorn Wolfsbane? She poisoned your mate with it—paid a witch to brew it!" He paused for a moment to let the words sink in.

She had been intercepted by Elizabeth Jackson who snatched Tara from her and ran, no one knew exactly what happened after that, but neither Elizabeth or Tara were seen after that. I had felt the excruciating pain of my mate dying, but knew in my heart of hearts, my child was still very much alive. I begged the mage to bring down the barrier, but she refused, telling me her own life meant more to her than that of a whining child. I was furious, my wolf snarling at her, when I partially shifted and stalked towards the vicious woman, she quickly agreed to create a sort of glitch in the matrix, one where the prophesized child would be able to cross back into the territory unhindered, she needed

" He replies to me as he moves back a little. I wasn't going to admit that I had killed, so I just took off my shirt. The place we were in was spacious, it had a wide subway extension and light very similar to sunlight to keep the silver, that environment was a place my father created uniquely and especially so that when I transformed I would not destroy the huge boxes he had tried with me in the first place, eventually, he realized that he should let me free but not outside it was too dangerous for humans to discover me so he built the special chamber where I could hunt and not feel the need or go out because I had everything I needed. My father discovered that my body was allergic to silve

“Can’t you just have someone make you your own everlasting flagon?” Mydera sent me a cheeky smile. “Sounds that simple, doesn’t it?” Then she glared. “And we prefer to be called mages, dear, not gypsies.” Then she held up a finger and turned away from us so she could stroll around the campsite. “But it just so happens that the only man to figure out how to perfect the everlasting flagon incantation and enchantment died before sharing his specialty with anyone else. So…” She shrugged. “They’re extremely rare. Your mother must’ve been very important to get her hands on one.”

Every wizard of the order Simultage knows these words: "Magic does not exist in the world, but magic exists in loving hearts." At that moment Venos asked Irus to put out the lamp because it was not needed, and he pointed his staff to the center of the library and said the words: "the Last words in the book of Graeme Noterdam." After the words were spoken, the bookcases stopped, and in the center of the library appeared the old ancient table of destiny, made of the last oak of the world of the constellation Osiris. Venos went to the table of fate and opened the last page of the book, which describes the prophetic dream of Graeme Noterdam. On this page, Venos read: "My last dream, which will b