《MAGE CHRONICLES: THE BEGINNING.》2
Advertisement
"You can’t stop me I’m Beyoncé!” I sing, getting into my house only to let out a screech to rival harpies.
“Jesus mama, you scared the shit out of me, quite literally I might add.”
“Gross Mahi,” mama replies, folding her arms in a posture that I’ve grown to know means I’m getting an epic lecture.
“What is it, mama?”
“You went to Ryder’s again after work, didn’t you?”
“I...”
“And you left my sweet grandbaby alone. I had to drag myself all the way here to stay with him.”
“Sheesh mama we live in the same estate, quit being dramatic, and Blue wasn’t alone, I’ve just met Cherry peeling out of here like demons were on her ass, what did you say to her?”
“Nothing.”
Yeah right.
“Mama!” my baby boy calls flapping his tiny black wings towards me.
“Oh, look at you, you get better every day.”
“Nana’s been teaching me.”
“Mama, I hope you broke nothing else with those damn wings of yours.”
Yeah, I know what you are probably thinking.
*******************************
See, I’m adopted kind of. My mama is like a succubus, yes the sex demon. She’ll probably smite my ass for the description but it’s the best I can come up with buzzed, sue me. Also, she’s the best person in the world. To people she likes, that is, my dad is a dragon alpha who moonlights as an executive in an entertainment company.
Before they came along, life was pretty hard, sleeping in parks, food was at the mercy of restaurant and café owners and workers and some were pretty mean.
As a girl, I was used to having my food snatched from me. But one time they weren’t just satisfied with the food. All I remember before everything blacked out was gleaming eyes crowding me in and a distinct smell of seawater.
Advertisement
When I woke up, the next day, I felt fine, tired but fine. It wasn’t until a month later that I realized that a lot more had happened than I had previously thought.
Fast forward eight months later, Knox ‘Blue’ Dracon was born. That was the single most terrifying moment of my existence, but the moment I laid eyes on the snivelling blue-haired boy I fell in love, everyone did.
Papa had some tests run once it was clear Blue was no normal baby and one distinct thing that came back was that he had nautical DNA somewhere, which would explain his colouring.
They talked me into therapy for the trauma but the funny thing is, my issues don’t stem from that incident since I can’t remember anything.
Long story short, I knew what those mages were talking about, the only issue is...I’m not the magical one, but maybe Blue left some traces in me.
“I don’t like that girl;” Mama’s voice jolts me back to the present.
“What did she do now? Do you know how hard it is to find a good babysitter these days?”
“I found Knox hiding because she wanted to take a picture of him, and she called him a freak.”
“But you glamoured him.”
“Yes, but the little hellion snatched something off the shelf with his tail, so she noticed.”
“Am I a freak mama?” Blue asks with a sad face, which just breaks my heart.
“No baby, you are perfect and beautiful and loved.”
“And handsome?”
“Very handsome.”
“Like Jin?”
“Yeah, baby!” I yell clapping my hands, “You are worldwide handsome.”
“Oh God,” my mama mutters, letting herself out.
“Nana, my blessings and kisses.”
“Come here, boy,” he waddles over and she picks him up, planting kisses all over his face as she draws the family insignia around him with magic as a blessing.
Advertisement
The image lights up my world, two of my favourite people smiling and laughing, despite all we’ve been through.
She hands him over with one last peck and leaves.
“Ok baby, what’s for supper?”
“Fish!”
“Again? I swear, sometimes I wonder how you are supposed to be part nautical.”
Blue, at almost three years old, despite being a tiny thing, has the intellect and understanding of a six-seven-year-old human child in all the other ways so he can eat pretty much everything, thank the fates for small blessings.
How about I make pasta, beef, and veggies for the growing boy?
“Nana says you have to eat veggies, too.”
I scrunch my face “but I’m grown.”
“She said to tell you not really,” he answers with a serious face.
“Ok fine, let me grab a shower quick, hmm.”
He nods and I’m off before he changes his mind and decides to join me.
The boy loved water.
Advertisement
- In Serial27 Chapters
The Featherlight Transmission
In the ancient desert metropolis of Wellspring City, magic is dead, and technology reigns supreme. Baulric Featherlight, one of thousands of street mages for hire, is summoned by the City Watch to assist with a particularly grisly murder - the deed was done by a rogue mage, and the fanatical Dynamic Brotherhood will have every arcanist in the city pay for it. The killer continues carving a line of death throughout all twenty sectors of the city, and anti-magic sentiment begins to rise. Will Featherlight's singular skills be enough to hunt down this elusive killer? Or will fear and old hatreds finally tear Wellspring City apart? (Cover art by the inestimable UncertaintyCrossing. You can find more of his enchanting works here.) hi! im the guy that wrote this story. i hope you like reading it. im bad at elevator pitches ^ and honestly, it's a little misleading. it's really just a detective noir with a few extras. if you like detective stories, this is a good one. it's got robots and magic and stuff too. have fun! (obligatory extra note: im an internet busker who subsists on the generosity of readers like you. if you haven't done your good deed for the day and you think my work is worth paying for, why not tip some spare change into my hat? i'd be awful appreciative ♥) [premium game of the year DLC edition edit: if you've read the whole thing for free and want to buy a copy for yourself, this dang ol' story is available for purchase on amazon now. it's not super special, but showing your support by buying it would make writing new ones a lot easier. thanks a million billion for reading either way ♥]
8 114 - In Serial7 Chapters
Odditorium
Creativity is power. Creation is power. Arax is empty, he has no personal attribute and his parents have left him out in the dark. By day he suffers through a mid-level university trying to convert people into Masters but it's given him no luck, nothing will stick. His only momentary joy is the games of Harshings that he plays every night with the members of the Armament Club, ten of the highest level Harshings players of all-time, Arax is the only one under three-hundred years old. Anyways, after a harsh game of Harshings (pun intended) one of the members of the club contacts him with a solution to his emptiness problem, Mimir's Well. Anyways, this story is about God's and creativity and bonkers off the wall (expletive) and rituals and God's and sex jokes. I probably got inspired by like all of the mythos stories that have been popping up on here. It's in a VERY rough form because I've just been getting back into writing. I've written like fifty thousand words already so I guess have fun.
8 163 - In Serial25 Chapters
Descent
The war was over, but the battle for survival still rages on at home. With Kunshu Ito's return to a home that changed completely while he fought in a war, he finds himself stuck. With little to no options, he joins up with his wartime friend Gisei Akiyama into the Japanese Yakuza. The criminal underworld is a stairway. The only way is down. In order to be the best, you'll have to make your Descent.
8 135 - In Serial33 Chapters
Beyond Tomorrow
The galactic war has shaken the galaxy since prehistory, but mankind knew nothing of it. Like most of the truths of the universe, it was kept secret. Among the travelers arriving in New Westminster in 1879 is Cylas Renford of Indiana, a man seeking his fortune after trying a long string of trades. His new friend and companion, Morninghawk, warns him of strange occurrences in the wilderness and the myth of a secret people, but Cylas fails to heed the warnings. An innocent walk in the woods and a series of coincidences will bring Cylas face to face with criminals, monsters, startling weapons, the secret people, and will culminate in being propelled Beyond Tomorrow. Written in the tradition of American dime novels of the 19th century and the planetary fantasies of Edgar Rice Burroughs, Beyond Tomorrow is a pulpy first person tale of adventure in a future where the world itself has become an alien place. This LGBTQ adventure has a gay male protagonist and is non-explicit, in keeping with 19th century pulp writing. This work has been broken into sub-chapters for its posting here and will be updated regularly.
8 103 - In Serial55 Chapters
War
"I am the goddess of war.Insatiable for battle,I overwhelm, destroyand slaughter men.With Fear and Terrorchained to my chariot,I spread war, danger"A story in which Klaus Mikaelson never was alone, but with his queen by his side.The goddess of war and destruction, seems fitting right? See how The Vampire Diaries change when we add Ares to its plot.Cover by the most talented and cute bean @sacredCHILDwind
8 222 - In Serial4 Chapters
Zhanyi/Xianwang oneshots
Zhanyi or XianWang oneshots when I'm in the moodARTWORK ON COVER ISNT MINE CREDIT TO OWNER.
8 87

