Battlemage Book Novels & Stories

General Finn put down a book he was holding and walked over to where the king was seated. “Let the men go rest, we shall begin from there…” he was interrupted. “I went, duplicated the scroll of the clash of the battle empires, I made sure it was handed to him by the queen. Guess what happened.” he paused to see the shock on the men’s faces. “My, prince that scroll is as dangerous as a firing in the dry season. Bolivia could be burnt down.” Alpha George stood akimbo, “Tell me, he did not read it...” general Edward Thornfield asked, his hands on his mouth.

"Game's on, ladies. And I'm rewriting the board." The city bled neon beyond the windows, but inside, my pulse matched its throb—strategy laced with something darker, hungrier. Kenji confessed, Harlan bled, and I countered. But his eyes haunted, obsidian promises of ruin and claim. The deal struck. The hunt is true. And in that electric void, I felt it—power shifting, not surrender, but collision. Two storms, knees bent, circling for the kill.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

--- **The Final Battle** The confrontation unfolded in a blur of motion—an explosion of sounds, flashes of light, and the grinding clash of steel against steel. Our enemies were formidable, but with each strike, I felt something inside me ignite, something I hadn’t felt in years. I fought with the fury of someone who had nothing left to lose, the determination of someone who knew that if she didn’t win this battle, there would be no empire left to rule. Beside me, Damien moved like a shadow, cutting through the enemy with ruthless precision. His movements were a reflection of everything he had become—someone who had fought, bled, and survived through the hell we had both been thrust into.

I plan to kill him with the sword cherished by those people. He closes the book and turns to me, giving me a grisly smile. Everytime he uses the book, he grows uglier, if that’s possible, like he barters his own life for the magic he summons. “Come to the watch party?” he grins, motioning toward the battle. Green magic flares around the cursed warriors, bringing their fallen back from the dead. “It’s practically over before it’s begun. That’s the nice thing about these magical wars–they’re quick. It’ll be over by morning.”

She rolled her eyes and wondered, “Hmm… I am wondering why the imperial army didn’t destroy the white magic books; do they think it was useless? Or they don’t even know it was here.” “Beats me, probably because the title didn’t have the word ‘magic’ on it?” Jeremiah giggled. “Because the healing spell that I learned was from a book called ‘Alternative Healing’ or something like that.” Jeremiah paused, “you need to read it, in order to know what’s inside, I bet those armies were too lazy to read. All they care was to train their muscles so it can be as hard as a rock.”

“I would sense the magic if it were so.” I dismounted and unsaddled Coryfe as the mage sat on one of the branches of the fallen tree and drew from a bag he wore under his cloak, a small book, bound in leather, with curls of metal protecting the corners and clasping the covers shut. “We need a fire,” he said to me, his fingers stroking the cover reverently. There was no writing on the cover or binding, but I could see something had been embossed into the leather. Perhaps the embossing was the shadow of writing that had once been picked out with ink, but which time had faded or flaked away.

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

Cassy's bracelet gave them access to level 1 to level 5 and there were 10 levels on the mage side unlike the warrior side which had 15 levels. They first stopped at level 2 so that she could buy the book she needed to get the formulas of the level 2 magic pills, because as the library that was in the city of Catara, she had also the choice to rent or buy them and Cassy preferred to spend 30 credits to buy it. Then they went directly to level 5 and Cassy looked curiously at the books on flames. All of the books in this section were pay books and Steven told her that these books were sealed just like their special technique books so they must be similar.