The Last Mage Novels & Stories

I only nodded, waiting for him to answer my question. “One of 'em maids were talking about it," he said after a beat. He took a long drag of his cigar, exhaling the smoke. His tone told me that wasn't all he heard. "Fuckin’ leeches. Each time they come by, they always ask for that commission money. Especially those mages. They're disgusting people, I’m telling you.” Ah. I get why he looks so fazed. I nodded. A lot of the lower classes experienced the worst of the magic system. I wonder why...

"She tapped on her magic for the first time" "And the Blood war would happen in the nearest future" "A war where none of the creatures are spared. The Vampires, The Mages, and The Darkwitches" "Mages are believed to have gone extinct after their queen died centuries ago, but we can't be sure they've really gone extinct" "A Dark Witch is needed to explain the prophecy, since we have no mages around, or we just can't find any of them around" "After much thought on it, we have chosen two people who would capture and bring in a dark witch to this council"

Aric and Kaida knew that they had to act fast to stop the dark mage and prevent the war. They assembled a team of powerful mages and set out to stop the dark mage's plans. The battle was fierce, with powerful spells and magical artifacts being hurled back and forth. In the end, Aric and Kaida emerged victorious, but they were left shaken by the experience. They had always known that their work was dangerous, but they had never thought that a dark mage would pose such a threat to their kingdom. As they surveyed the aftermath of the battle, they realized that their kingdom was not as stable as they had once thought. The threat of betrayal and dark magic was always present, lurking just beneath

‘Making this happen,” Marcia replied, ‘Don’t forget what Azulthael said, if you die, we will most likely join you in death. ‘I don’t plan on dying.’ ‘Neither do we, but like we always tell you over and over, we are always in this type of shit together,’ Lacey added in, the other women nodding in agreement. “I sense a strange magic, I can sense a bond, stronger than mates, but not a created mental link, it smells older, but you are so young, and I thought when your father performed the feat of magic to save me and bind me here was the last time I ever would ever witness incredible magics, such is the life of a Magnus it seems,” Alahn said, stepping forward to stand between the four women and

If the ‘power’ had made them deaf, dumb or paralysed, it was ‘understandable’ to her, but in this case, it’d killed twenty-one immortals at once. Her mind suddenly went to Pastor Frapp Alozie, as thoughts of that fateful morning began to seep into her brain. She had to tread carefully, she reminded herself. Nothing would stop Seductra from coming to join her in battle if she ever had cause to be recuperated by the former again. Patience was a virtue…patience would run out in four months’ time. She sat cross-legged on the watery altar, adjusted her blue gown as seven mermaids appeared around the altar. They held their hands together, while the four horns began to spark.

With a powerful lunge, Fenrir easily escapes the box and aims for the head. ‘No one’s gonna take me alive,’ were his thoughts while he finished the third mage, their body scattered around mercilessly. However, the last one was smart. While he was preoccupied with her friend, she was busy conjuring a spell. He realized it was too late to come after her, seeing the space rift she summoned. So he watched as she took one last painful look at what remains of her friends, their ruined magic circle, and his hungry gaze, before jumping and disappearing into thin air.

No evening birds sending their eerie calls into the failing light. No sign of life other than these vicious beasts. There were two mages working against their far greater numbers. It took me only a moment to realize that the mages were Hawk and Magus, the mages Warlord had helped escape the Guild under the condition they find and protect his sister and send him word. Hawk wielded a blue light that fed his power. Magus’ was green. But trying to determine who they were actually fighting against was impossible to pinpoint. There’s far too many wolves here to tell which are on which side.

Her golden hair matted with sweat while her luminous eyes dimmed as her life ebbed away. Zavian's lips curled into a faint, bittersweet smile as he opened his eyes. A glimmer of unshed tears caught in the flickering light. "This will be the last of my powers, Celeste," he murmured. His voice, though steady, carried the burden of a lifetime of grief and sacrifice. "I can finally fulfill my promise to save your daughter. It's too bad... I'll never get to meet her." The mage closed his eyes once more while inhaling deeply as he steadied himself. Then, with a deliberate precision, he raised his hands above the ground. He splayed his fingers and began to chant in the ancient tongue of magic—a lan

Liam stared intently at Harriet as he said that. Harriet tilted her head at his words. "The last Archmage?" Liam nodded. "Yes. She was supposed to bring peace to this world. At the time, everyone believed that." The Last Archmage, Cynthia Delaroche, was the strongest individual known to the public's eyes at the time. And not only strong, but she was also brilliant and very well-versed in politics. But that skill of hers was outshined by her magic talent. As a result, only a few individuals truly recognized her political insights... including Liam.

If one is not ready for that kind of power, one should not consider a mage as a worthy adversary. Lamag had been fighting enough mages in wars to know that mages are most dangerous just before they are at risk of dying. Their magic has the ability to multiply and explode uncontrollably in the hope of preserving the lives of the mages. Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power.