Battle Mage Royal Novels & Stories

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

【Monster: Wild Boar King】 ​【Health Points: 599/600】 ​【Strength: 15】 ​【Defense: 20】 ​【Speed: 9】 ​【Skills: Thick Skin, Reckless Charge, Sharp Tusk Thrust】 Seeing this information, Sebastian couldn't help but feel amazed. He had never fought a Wild Boar King in his previous life. This type of outdoor boss had been considered a 'bonus' for guilds to nurture new players, and it was usually defeated as soon as it respawned. Unless you were lucky enough to encounter it in the wild, there was no other way. In a place like the newbie village, this boss was highly sought after, and Sebastian joined the game a year after its official release.

Her dark hair was tied loosely behind her head, and her legs swung lazily as she watched me with open curiosity. “Who are you?” I asked with a frown. She smiled immediately. “Straight to the point.” I said nothing. She jumped down from the barrier smoothly and dusted imaginary dirt off her jeans. “Annabelle.” She stretched out a hand toward me. I stared at her hand for a second before shaking it cautiously. “Rowan.” “I know.” That made me pause. She laughed softly. “You’re a prince, not a mysterious stranger.” Fair enough. I studied her carefully. She didn’t look nervous. Most people became awkward around royals. Some acted too formal, some acted too careful while some acted too fake.

Today Yibel looked particularly smart in a brand new ceremonial robe. Apprentice magicians all wear brown robes, and the mages' ceremonial robes are blue, symbolising pure magical energy. Below the fourth rank, only the cuffs are patterned; the fifth to ninth ranks have patterns on the garments, and the tenth to fourteenth ranks have embedded magical patterns. From the fifteenth rank, they can wear whatever style they like, and no one can control the Masters.

Still, neither man moved. They stared at it, then at Jayden, doubt written plainly on their faces. Trust was not something they could give easily, not in a place like this. For all they knew, stepping through that portal could be worse than staying here. They could be walking into something far more dangerous, and with Victoria barely holding on, it was not a gamble they could take lightly. Jayden seemed to understand their hesitation. "I am the Royal Mage, Jayden Cecil," he said, his tone steady now. "I came under the Alpha King’s orders. But it seems what I was sent to retrieve is already with you." His hand lifted slightly as he indicated Victoria.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Inside the perimeter circle, if possible, which meant getting through the outer edge of coven magic before they could establish their streams — the first thirty seconds of engagement were critical. What about Royal command? That one stopped the room briefly. Marcus, from across the table: “Witches aren’t wolves. Command doesn’t work on them.” Reyna, looking at me: “Command doesn’t work. But Royal presence might. Historical records describe Royal Wolves generating an aura of authority that disrupted magical working — not intentionally, not as a weapon. Just as a byproduct of being what they are.” She tilted her head. “We don’t know what a Royal-Lycan hybrid generates.”

*** "I can't beat her! I can't do any attack spells!" "Neither can she!" He hissed. "So, what am I supposed to do?" "You don't have to beat her with magic." I frowned. "What are you talking about?" "Challenge her to a fight for the throne, the same way the dragons do," he said. "I can't beat her in a fight!" I shrieked. "She's way bigger and has decades more experience than I do!" "Then use your head! You're smarter and more cunning than she is. You can find a way to beat her."

I paused. "But before I get the band, let's torment them with my own powers first." I completed and I laughed evily with the sound of my laughter resounding in the whole palace. "I'd be the only great one. I'd control everything. Everyone would be under my rule." "The real war has just begun." I roared. TBC... Quick question guys: Sage says he isn't with the band. Megan on the other hand, as well, discovered the band is missing. Then, who is with the band?

It wasn’t his fault he was born of royal blood, and all I have to do is carry that with him. “How about my son here, Thomas?” King Ricardo suddenly perched. I heard two different things that moment. Coughing and laughing. The coughing was from me and Thomas, and the laughing was from Althea and Keith. “I’m sorry, what?” Thomas, who was in front of King Ricardo, almost drowned in his water. “Thomas is a likely suitable partner for Ruthy. He is of royal blood, he has the looks, the brains and the manners. They would rule Rinovea marvelously,” King Ricardo added.