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BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

“Okay Argon do not let Anyone get to me if you must throw them in the vortex in the spell they will be consumed by the magic“ he nodded I looked to the other mage and she gave me a wink and pushed her power into me. I started to fight the barrier trying to break it down but it was so thick it was going to take a minute for sure. I started ripping through the spell left and right but to no end it was draining . Then I thought of something Falcon had said of her magic and blood. I looked around and saw a screw and pricked my hand with it and pushed the blood out the pain from the sting of it pricking me was little to nothing but it was a weird feeling. I spelled my blood with my magic making m

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

The berserker demon is a black charred mass and the mage is on the floor, howling in pain. “Heh, I overestimated”, I say as I walk towards the mage curled up in a ball, nursing his wound. I’ll ask you again, answer and I’ll let you go with at least one limb. Who sent you?” He turns around and tries a last ditch effort to attack. “Blood Demon Magic: Death’s Grasp” . A black mist covers both of us. “ I’m taking you with me, mage!”. I sigh, and snap my fingers, “Sowilo” A miniature star the size of a soccer ball forms , burning the mist away, and the mage too. The dimension starts fading away, as I walk to go buy what I wanted before.

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

When dawn came, it wasn’t light that split the horizon. It was a line of text: “The Queen stood alone. But not for long.” Liora looked up and saw her enemies, Not soldiers, Not gods. Thousands of them. Blank-faced beings formed from parchment, crawling over the cliffs, silent and hungry, Each bore a sigil carved into its chest: Chapter 0. The first reached the Citadel’s walls, Touched stone And it vanished, No flame, No crumble, Just gone, as if it had never existed, Sera tried to summon a ward, It sparked then fizzled.

A fifth-level mage who has mastered Flight and is willing to spend money on Fireball scrolls can use guerrilla tactics to destroy an army of a few hundred with one or two fifth- or sixth-level knights, not to mention high-level mages who have mastered powerful group spells and legendary mages who can destroy a city. For this reason, before declaring war, Baron Lorient went to the Mage Guild in the city of Rennes and obtained their promise to remain neutral in the war. After all, Baron Lorient was a 5th level mage himself, and his goodwill was worth more than the already dead Baron and Baroness Stewart. But no one could have expected that Baron Stewart's mage friend from his lifetime would ap

The last time she casted a spell, she was very weak so I was worried what spell she casted now. "Open it," Jax said, his voice sounding tense. My fingers fumbled with the clasp. I flipped through the brittle pages, my heart pounding. Then I saw it. A chapter, neatly titled in elegant script: "Becoming a Full Magician." What? Elena never told me anything about this. Was this a new spell? How powerful was this spell that it turned her almost mindless? I tried to look through the book to know if there was any part that talked about the side effects of such a spell or what it would cost whoever cast it but there was nothing. All it had was the spell, a single line and nothing else.

As I avoided a shadowy claw and felt its icy burn against my skin, my heart raced. The Harbinger laughed as he observed us. The words "You misunderstand," he said. "You don't engage in combat. You accompany them. Damon tightened his jaw. "Not happening." With my head racing, I retreated. Melissa, think. These were not your typical adversaries. They were not composed of blood or flesh. Enchantment. Magic had to be included. I closed my eyes and looked within, seeking the force that had always existed. In my chest, the golden energy burst into life.