The Last Magician Series Novels & Stories

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

It sounds menacing. "Are we evil?" "Shadow witches are created for purposes, they aren't born for no reason. You are the last one in existence," I squirted suspiciously. "That doesn't answer my question. Will I turn evil?" "You become what you wish to be, Marinette," she said with an eye roll. "What you choose to be is what you will be," "Why am I the last?"

A family of very humble magicians. They helped noble warriors and heroes, but they never charged anything. Well, they believed they would always be rewarded. For this reason, they lived in a very humble condition, even though they were mighty magicians. The magician couple's children were three. None of them wanted to follow the wizard's path, as they assumed they would be miserable like their parents. The older one was Igor, he was intelligent but sometimes too bold. He had black long hair and already had a small beard. The second one was Allan, he was aromatic, energetic, and I trusted people effortlessly. He was very similar to his older brother, but had medium hair and no beard. The last

Lorraine felt her hair begin to tangle, she was sweating and she could not open her eyes. Ellie stared at Lorraine intently, her eyes seeming to bore into the very depths of her soul. She sensed a powerful magic coursing through Lorraine's veins, it was refusing to connect with her memory reader. A memory reader spell was a Jewish culture. It was a way of summoning child demons who were mostly capable of looking into someone and seeing their past, and their future. It was an incantation passed down through generations of her family, and she knew it had immense power.

Hades looked at Amino, asking for an answer. “... purified. Shit!” Amino said in frustration. “This involved magicians.” Edmund and Ryuzaki blew the hot air with their nostrils. “This is troublesome.” They whispered alone. Magicians… it’s hard to deal with magicians without any other magicians involved. Most of the strong magicians had allied with Shadow. Hades and Persephone laughed inwardly. The lord was thoroughly in her job. It would take time to crack the code. It meant that she needed time to do something. ‘But what is it?’

I know, I made my family a crazy one about me. After searching for a week, we didn’t find anything, but I could say that we learnt many strange things about magic, like the werewolves, if they are faced with a dark magician, they will destroy their hearts completely, because a dark magician uses blood sacrifices to cast spells, he wants to make sure that his spell will work even after his death, so in destroying the heart the magic will stop in operating itself and the spell cast will disappear. It is something that I didn’t know about before. It may come in handy, because who knows William might be sending dark mages as assassins to kill me.

"Kora! Korallis!" There is no response. No noise at all. The tent is full of curiosities from around the world--the heads of mythical creatures and strange new inventions from far-flung lands. The Magician has been everywhere, it seems, even the depths of the Kraken Kingdom. The floor is so cluttered with evidence of his adventures that I almost miss the greatest curiosity of all. The Magician himself. Lying on his side, very, very still. Unnaturally so. Dear gods, did she kill him?

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

Connor smirked. "..." Greg was silenced. "Hunter has a point," Conrad joined the conversation. "We are the last wizards on land. We are only five men and now, we have Sherika as one last woman wizard. If you marry her and have children, we have more chances of multiplying our kinds again, with pure wizard blood." "Yes, you must have a hundred children," Connor laughed. Greg just frowned. He's too young and marrying someone has not yet come into his mind. "Oh, boy. I think I'm hooked," he cried inside.

It was unbearably shameful for him so he couldn't take it. Blinded by rage and shame, he took out the silver dragger, a special weapon he had made to kill Deus with, and raised it high in the air, ready to plug it in his heart. Luna saw it coming before Deus did. Wanting to protect her love, she came in between the dragger and Deus. That's when she felt it. The silver dagger piercing her heart and splitting it into two. She turned around and fell right in Deus's arm. She wanted to talk to him and tell him how much she loved him one last time. However, no words came out. And just like that, she stopped breathing. The last face she saw before closing her eyes was the terrified face of Deus.