The Last Magician Series Novels & Stories

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...

He lifted his hand and hit it on their arms, separating the old man from his friend. Then, he waited for what was coming. The old man lifted his eyes at once, they were like boiling lava. "You have to leave at once!" He ordered. "I cannot help you anymore." Yolanda looked at him in surprise. "But you were not done with telling me what you saw." The old man heaved a slow breath. It seemed whatever had transpired a few moments ago had drained him of his strength. "Well, I'm done, Yolanda. There are some very dark spirits at work in your life that I don't want to mess with. If you really want to help yourself, find the woman at the red door. She holds the answers you seek."

Lark said then he made a motion of his finger towards a chest box and magically it opened. Earth and Sky both saw the process and couldn’t help but be amazed. One of the lectures was about chanting magic to conjure the power but what Lark did was without any form of a chant. A display of a high level of skill. “Go on and collect the remaining materials for the ceremony, it’s all in the box, then you may leave and go to the final stage and wait for the ceremony,” he instructed unbothered by the amazed look on their faces. Earth and Sky went and looked at the box and they are shocked to see the number of materials inside it contains. This is practically cheating at its finest. They each took o

But Mayari don't believe in stuff like magic, unicorns, or fairytales, she only focus herself on things that she saw through her own life that is blood and money so she thought she was bluffing. "Drop the act, it's nonsense." Mayari commented. "Just tell me where I am exactly and I'll be on my way." "I'm not joking, it is really magic," She insisted, "and you can't leave yet, I still need to speak to you." "I have no time for this." Mayari was about to walk out, but the door suddenly disappeared infront of her, leaving only thick hard wall. "Our conversation is still not finish." She told, "Please have a seat."

Samael has made a spell for communication. He is talking to my grandmother inside a magic bubble, making me question his species once more. Are dragon-shifters truly capable of magic designed for witches and warlocks? "I'm sorry, you know." Blake steps forward and picks up my interest with the hint of a smile playing over his lips. He has taken off the clown costume and is showcasing his killer physique. His cologne is drifting in the wind. I'm not sure what brand it is, but whatever it is, smells fantastic.

Sil said with her mouth full of cookie bits. “Yes.” “So, this place is magical?” I asked trying to piece things together. “Don’t be silly. It’s just glamour. A trick to human eyes.” “Please, by all means, call us humans even if you’re not one of us.” I told her sarcastically. “People then. If you prefer it that way.” She said catching on my sarcasm. Sill tried to hide her smile but I saw it. “Daylight, I don’t know you but seeing that my brother has I’m guessing he met you in one of his hysterical dreams.” She stood. Daylight looked at her.

“He won’t tell me what I really am, so I said, if I do magic, I must be a magician.” Grandma laughed, and I headed for the stairs, wondering how I would climb them all. Under her breath, I heard her say, “Close. Not a magician… a mage.”

“I guess you haven’t been to the Dark Room on the Second Floor then have you?” “Has anyone?” I blinked at him. “Everyone has snuck up there. It’s a right of passage to see how King Detry controls Warlord. The little fragment that binds the great minion of magic to the ruler…” Magus flourished. “What is it?” “Oh, no.” Magus waved a finger at me. “That is for you to ask Hawk.” I glared at him. “Besides…Shouldn’t you be headed up to his chamber soon like a dutiful little Indo Mage.” Magus taunted.

the magician said, "only death and evil are down that road, my son. You must let me go. And quickly. Already I feel the power of the spirit taking me over, replenishing itself, looking for escape. The old battle was never won and I feel its need to continue our fight. You must be cautious, as well. You drew much of it to you and while its mind lives within me, there cannot help but be effects." "Okay," I said. "You got it." I turned and looked up at Mom. "Can you help?" She shook her head. "Not that way, darling." She motioned toward the tunnel and the outside. Right. There was an easier way. I stepped back and let Sebastian lift the body of the magician into his arms. He left the cavern fir

Suddenly, a black portal appeared before the two werewolf servants and they draw their sword to prepare for a battle. It even surprises King Solomon and Queen Elizabeth when a magician with red cloak and black mask appeared and they stood up on their feet. "Who are you? I thought King Abaddon already killed all the magicians and absorbed their powers!" asked one of the werewolves. The magician took off his black mask and spoke. "It has been a while King Solomon, I have never imagined that you will be in this dreadful situation!"