Armored Mage Novels & Stories

So when my alarm finally sounds, I feel like hell. This was not how I was supposed to feel this morning. It will be draining on my magic the more I stress. Now I feel dirty inside and that will also contaminate my magic. My magic is supposed to be healing and cleansing (Trey has offence and defense to his magic because the guard has taught him how to manipulate his magic that way) and now I don't know how I'm supposed to make it through my mission.

I move to step around her, but her hand goes out and I’m stopped short. “Easy Drake. Give them a moment,” she says quietly. I frown, looking at this little slip of a woman. How can someone so small have so much power? I look up and see Alpha Liam smirking at me before he turns back to the witch and warlock. “Stand down,” he says shifting into Alpha mode quickly and putting his Alpha aura behind the command. “Are you sure?” the man, Amir, asks. “Positive. You’re about to go up against two Guardians who are willing to fight you for this vampire. If that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about him, I’m not sure what will.”

Their sizes varied from 7 to 10 meters. Living Armors became Living Armor Soldiers after the miasma, and then after being named they became Living Armor Knights, all of them also gained some special magic weapon that they were able to generate, they became swifter at using all kinds of weapon techniques and gained greater cooperation with one another, the leader of the living armors became a Living Armor General, growing as tall as 4 meters, with an intimidating black armor design. All of them were qualified as S-Rank, while the General was SS-Rank.

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.

Bjorn's quiet demeanor belied a fierce determination and a sharp mind. Eira Eira was a mage with a mastery of elemental magic. Her ability to summon fire, ice, and lightning gave us a powerful advantage in battle. Eira's calm and composed nature allowed her to control her magic with precision, making her a formidable force on the battlefield. Halvard Halvard, a former guard, brought a wealth of experience in defense and strategy. His expertise in fortifications and his ability to anticipate enemy movements made him a key strategist in our group. Halvard's stoic demeanor and unwavering resolve inspired confidence in those around him.

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

A hooded figure caught me instead, steadying me until they were sure I wouldn't fall again. "What is your name, Necromancer?" It was the same feminine voice that spoke before, coming from the figure standing in front of me. Her robe was different, made of a finer cloth in a bright shade of green. Delicate stitching of the same color scrolled along the cloth edges. A Priestess, maybe? "Your name," she demanded again, but this time pain shot up my arms. I gasped, trying to think. I couldn't give them my real name. "Asher," I breathed. "Asher West."

An enchanter would be deathly afraid of facing off against a combat mage because by the time he raised his hand he would not have known how he'd died. Whenever combat mages reinforce their bodies with mana, it gives them the strength to lift tons and agility enough to move faster than the speed of sound. Combat mages have strong physical bodies because they train their body to handle the stress of Mana reinforcement. As a result, they can take extensive amounts of damage without getting injured in the slightest. They can also wave their hands and make rainfall and seas dry up and even outperform some enchanters or Alchemists.

It only cracked the shield a little bit. The Grand Cleric gasped when he saw the cracked, ‘his holy lance is more powerful than mine, this is bad, I could die from his spell if it wasn't of the shield protection.’ Belial thought as he kept chanting his spell, balls of light slowly appeared in front of him one by one. Jeremiah observed the annoying yellowish shield that protected Belial, “Amy, I wonder if you could steal that protection spell for me?” “Of course my child, I also could absorb the mana of the shield and withered its protection.” Armadale informed.

I can be a handful, but only because I can take care of myself and don’t need babysitters. I do feel bad for them though, hence why I like to give them breaks – which they refuse to take. Not only are these two stuck standing guard in front of whatever room I’m in, but they have to do it covered head to toe in armour. Looks amazing, but I wouldn’t want to wear it. The armour is made from graphene, it’s flexible and elastic while being strong and lightweight. The beauty of this particular armour is that it’s been imbued with makkari magic. The armour is sentient, to a degree. It can sense the species of the attacking enemy and alter itself accordingly. So, if say a sirna was attacking them, t