The Last Mage Novels & Stories

Alpha Jones proclaimed to send him off. "You are mistaking. If anyone is to be protected. It's you. You are the Alpha and a warrior. You will keep fighting and fighting until you have a win. I am an old man, ready to die" the Mage countered him. "I think we are going to war. War needs warrior not old men. You should go back and stay safe" he commanded him. The Mage went back without saying any words of farewell. David rushed down to him and gave him a tight hug.

YOU EARNED THE CARD GRADE SSS INDESTRUCTIBLE SHIELD. A joyful voice manifested in the cozy room, Ariet the Archmage sat down on the soft bed, he had a languid and lazy behavior. Nothing like the suffering Archmage who said heroic words but unfortunates. "What happened after Ariet death?" the Archmage asked while stretching himself on the soft bed, he ignored all the mission's prizes. He was more interested to know what happened to his fool friends of this last world.

The fight against darkness was underway and everyone was pushing forward, full throttle. Many allies had already arrived and joined the fight. Drakoen's dark mages were endless. Once they were taken out, other mages would emerge from the black smoke in the earth. It was impossible to permanently deal with them. Both sides faced losses and the battle was chaos of blood and corpses. The metallic stench was pungent in the air. Felix and his pack had arrived to join the fight. Amongst the destruction and death, Felix spotted Alexa and Mercedes fighting. It looked that Mercedes was viciously overpowering Alexa. He was distracted that he didn't see an attack from one of the dark mages. Luckily, Ja

The Grand Courtyard of Alpha Academy had transformed from a chaotic survival zone into something far more chilling. The afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the cobblestones, but no one was celebrating. A massive, double-sided digital projection floated above the stone stage, glowing in high-contrast neon silver. It displayed the final leaderboard of the Freshman Survival Trial. But it wasn't just a scoreboard. It was an executioner’s block. "Ranks fifty-one through one hundred," Professor Hawthorne’s voice boomed across the silent courtyard, completely devoid of warmth. "Your journey at Alpha Academy ends today. You have thirty minutes to pack your belongings and exit the main gate

[Epic Rank - Spring of Life] [Protects the holder from all attacks for five minutes]. "Nero and Rage, retreat and order an immediate evacuation of the entire city!" There were only three minutes left. I was about to use Time Shift, however, the mage got luck. Just one meter separated him from the timeshift's reach! I could only offer a weary smile. Will negate work? I extend my hand, pointing to the magician. "Stop fighting and accept your doom, boy." "I'll kill you first if you say another word."

Then he walked away from us and went back to his desk, sinking into his chair and letting out a gruntled sigh. “The mark? What mark?” “Since the old days, powerful mages from pure bloodlines always bore a mark on their skin. It differed from time to time, but they say you can always tell.” “I see. So where do I start looking?” “You don't. If someone as powerful as that was still alive, then trust me you would know.” Allen said bitterly. “The last known mage with the mark was the Witchdoctor.” My eyes widened at the revelation. “Did you say witchdoctor?” I asked softly, afraid my voice would betray my emotions.

Fintan stepped close, bracing her as her voice changed, echoing with something far older than any of them. “The Child of the last true Lycan returns,” Magi said, words no longer wholly her own. “Fire and Ice come in unity.” “Earth may be resurrected… or destroyed.” “And Air—” She faltered. “Air is the unknown.” The forest went utterly still. “Three score years have passed,” Magi continued, voice deepening. “And now comes the reckoning.” Her eyes cleared. She swayed, and Fintan caught her. No one spoke.

Alpha Kellan was set for the words Elder Martins was about to speak. Somehow, I had managed to stay calm. I could not say if it was the work of the healer or if it happened naturally. Alpha Kellan did not let go of my hand and it helped. “There are old covens, dark ones. They believe the power of the moon belongs to them, a power they lost centuries ago. If they cannot take your life, they will take your mate’s soul instead.” “I heard a strange voice in my head asking me to tell my mate to give in,” I buttressed Elder Martins’s point.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

Any action by the humans now was but last-ditch efforts to salvage a lost battle. Their last-ditch efforts, however, were not something to be overlooked. The horde was not the only group to be reunited, the full stardust army and their Grand Mages were in one place. This reunion meant death for the beastmen. The teams all reorganized and exchanged members soon spells were being cast with the Joint efforts of thousands of mages.