Battle Mage Royal Novels & Stories

With such abilities it was no wonder the royals of the human race were respected as if offended, one would be making a formidable foe to battle for all ages as they barely let go of grudges however this was also so for favors as one who has ever given them favor will never be forgotten and would have their loyalty for ages to come. Thus, the human race was known as one of the most loyal races. Because of their insane mana reserves the royals had hair either too light or dark. There had never been a single instance where a royal's hair was dull but they were known for possessing hair that screamed their mana heritage. The present king- King Abbott was born with an extreme amount of light mana

Cara lowered her head to the ground. "You will replace my daughter in the royal castle until she is fully healed. You will be the bride!" She Stated. "The Royal family hates my family and you will have to suffer for us all," Maria scoffed. "That stupid Luna Queen thinks that she can act all-powerful to me. Sooner or later, she will realize that she has no place in the Royal family." "Your grace. I am nothing but a rankless wolf. They will find out about me even if I decided to lie about my rank"

"Why don't you start by telling me what a royal is and why you think I am one." He took the cap off his beer and took a long draught. He looked like he was about to cry. It was so stupid. This guy was a bodybuilder, probably close to three hundred pounds, and acted like some sniveling, downtrodden, bullied... just thinking about it ticked me off. No one should be made to feel how this guy was feeling. I couldn't imagine a life like his. "A Royal is born a werewolf. Royals shift faster than bitten wolves. They have more control over their shifts. They can control themselves mid-shift, reversing the shift even."

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“Hey there Miss Daughter-of-a-former-king-who-defeated-everyone-during-the-exam” “You’re a nuisance Mister Son-of-whoever-your-parents-are. Don’t call me irritating names. Get lost!” “Care to give me some advice Miss Brownies-and-muffins?” “My advice for you is to stay away from me Mister Ungrateful Thief!” “Whatever. I’ll be in a duel with your fire friend. Any tips” “What fire friend—” I remembered that he is up against a royal mage who has fire attribute. He’s up against the coldest and ruthless-looking guy among the three.

she finally said shyly. “Finally,” Tillaman continued. “We have the battle mages. These are mages best designed to lead on the battle field. They are also versatile mages capable of displaying a more than moderate strength in varying mage classes, and are the only mages allowed to take command of companies of non-mages. Their perspective is better than most mages, which allows for a strategic advantage on a battlefield. These mages are best on the field of battle. They attain a state where their perception peaks. Their reia responds faster, they see better, hear better, react better. But do not make the mistake of thinking to overwhelm a single one of them with numbers, unless it is of an un

Logan Nielsen "Did someone recognise you?" My father asked. "No, I will be fine here." I said as I sat down on the sofa. "Very well, I'll contact you again later. Take care of yourself, son." My fa5her ended the call. My father is the King of Denmark, Valentino Nielsen. I'm Logan Christopher Nielsen, the Prince of Denmark. As much as I love being in the palace, I have to get put of it. Why? There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here.

It was good practice to fight without one of your senses; you never know what could happen, so I find it best to be prepared for any scenario. Although, when the smoke doesn’t clear up after ten minutes, I get annoyed and call forth a gust of wind to clear it up. The royal family is the only one that can manipulate all of the elements, so we use that to our advantage in all battles. Roman is one of the few that can manipulate fire and ice, while the rest usually manipulate ice. When the smoke clears up, and I finally can see Azrael, I will the ground under him to shake, throwing him off the balance before I jump, my magic propelling me forward and calling my twin blades to my hands.

She swallowed, her body suddenly remembering its previous weakness. "No, you are not." Rebekah grasped her face. "You are not." "What would getting married to him do? It would only turn mother against him and she could hurt him even more." "Depends on when she finds out about it." Rebekah grinned. "Have you been gone so long you have forgotten the custom of your own home?" "What are you talking about." "Polygamy is forbidden here, especially in the royal family. They see it as a sure way to ensure an heir is produced. So female or male, royals are only allowed one husband. You can't marry another while your first is still alive."

Every detail of his attire spoke of tradition, legacy, and the weight of responsibility that came with leading a kingdom. Soft music continued to serenade us as I approached Liam. He extended his hand, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "You look beyond breathtaking, Daliah," he whispered, his voice a melodic undercurrent in the enchanting garden. The ancient and revered ceremonialist, a mage known throughout the realm for his wisdom and mastery of magic, approached the forefront. His robe, a celestial tapestry of deep indigo and shimmering silver threads, flowed with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. The robe bore symbols and sigils representing the intricate weave of time and t