Battle Mage Royal Novels & Stories

Queen mage's curse was the most powerful. But before he could fathom her next move, his eyes tracked the glint of the dagger and the next thing he knew was, the silver weapon lodged in her heart. "No!" he roared, his limbs finally moving from their spot. He watched her stagger and fall in a heap. Her armour started to drench in her blood. "No...no no no!" he chanted as he ripped the dagger out of her chest. She convulsed. But before he could do anything else. He heard another voice, shouting, "Rosa!" King Merek was here.

Who were they kidding in this empire they can offend anyone except his highess and the Kaisens . The battle of magic soon began . To no one's surprise ; Rogue Kellington , the Crown Prince passed with flying colours . Chlesea looked over to where he stood and silently gave a thumbs up to the author . Tall stature; lean body which was neither too muscular nor thin , jet black hair and beautiful viloet eyes with a bluish tint . Rogue Kellington was certainly deserving of the title of male lead not to mention his magic . Apparently Rogue was a fire mage with a flaming dragon as his familiar , it wasn't surprising that he won his battle without much hassle .With a powerful familiar breathing beh

“Not in the least. Not yet. I plan to claim her under the Mating Moon.” “You best plan well, Boy.” “Why?” Rampage sensed the sudden challenge on Warlord’s face. “Because the she-wolf up there is mine.” “Like you I’m both wolf and mage. My intended mate is no wolf.” “You’d choose a mage?” “I want her.” “To each man, his own.” “Will you let me help you with the book then?” Rampage queried. “I’ll take you up into my tower and see what you’re capable of. But you betray me, and I’ll cut your damn throat.”

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

Through our own bond, I feel his echo of that terror, his understanding of exactly what my father is experiencing as he watches the woman he loves prepare to risk everything. "The formal terms are established," Alexander announces to the assembled witnesses, his voice carrying across the courtyard with a royal authority that masks his own anxiety. "Single magical combat between Queen Sage of our kingdom and Magistra Vex, formerly Vera of the Moonspire Healing Pack. Combat continues until one combatant yields or is rendered incapable of continuing." Representatives from six allied kingdoms nod acknowledgment from their designated viewing areas, their expressions carrying the kind of careful n

“Yeah… well give me a week and then we should have a- what do they call it here?- a-a- duel? Yeah I think that’s it. A duel” “A duel?” He furrowed his brows, “and what do I get when I win?” ‘A bit cocky, no?’ “To be the royal mage”. He smirked at her, as if she had spoken words that should’ve never been uttered.

Being the the Royal beta, and the king's right hand, our pack was above everyone else's. All eyes immediately turned towards me, notifying that it was my presence that everyone was waiting for desperately. King's eyes pinned me until I made way and took my place beside him. "Let's begin then," came his authoritative tone. "We've heard about Gamma Arnold's daughter. But the news spread quickly that you have captured Balthazar's daughter as well," my hand clenched into a tight fist hearing Alpha Alexander speak that way of my mate. " We are ready for the alliance, King, even if it goes as far as to another war, we are standing with your pack. Aurora would be more than happy to help on the ques

The way I see it is I am just trying to survive. “I’ll get you better robes!” Conor replied lifting my chin. “I’ll make you my Royal Mage.” He brushed my right cheek with his thumb. “Yes! That’s a great idea!” Bart agreed happily. “Just think of it, you could be his bodyguard, his lover, his confidant. All you would need to do is learn how to be an assistant and he could fire his entire staff!” “You forgot to mention doctor, Bart.” Conor countered as he walked around me and dried my hair.

This change is permanent. [Praetors are the empress' closest confidants. They're prepared to protect their mother until their last breath. They refuse to attack orders and defend others that are not their mother and are always by their side as her guards. Only an empress can give birth to a praetor. +5 Attack. +5 Defense. +5 Agility. Permanent.] [Royal princes are immature spawns with royal blood on them. They inherit their mother's traits, affinities, and unique bloodline. If more than 1 Royal prince is present, there is a [50%] chance for any of them to create another bloodline. No bonus stats.]

I asked carefully, narrowing my eyes to slits when the beast smiled wide suddenly, the ugly flaps of his lips lined with curly black whiskers that made the hairs between my ass cheeks look like jerry curls. “I am aware that she is your...half-mate Tophas, but Raya has something I want, and I'm going to get it, whether you hand her over to me willingly, or I tear her from your clenched fist.” The dark mage drawled airily, and I could feel the waves of a shudder ripple in the room as the crowd murmured, shifting uneasily, their beady eyes flying between our two, motionless figures. What the hell did the beast think he was? Blasted hells! I had to do something, I couldn't very well let the stra