Battlemage Book Novels & Stories

I’m swathed in blood to the extent that I look like a bizarre Little Red Riding Hood. I know that I am their next target. I am swarmed with a flock of demons. Wengarthrian rascals cornered me to separate and single me out from the alliance army. I feel like I am in mid of the hornet hive. All of them are aiming at me. If they get rid of me, Omar will be their next target, and the rest will be an easy win for them. In the explosion of fisticuffs, spears, magic and kicks mixed with a shower of blood and sounds of squelching through the bodies as lances speared our warriors, I became aware that this was that battle. The battle of all the battles, at least for me. This is my final battle. The ba

Amir growls, throwing his hands to his side, gathering a dark smoke around him. Trey copies the move but his hands fill with light. Are they going to fight? I want to stop them, but I can't even move. And then they charge forward, wrestling each other to the ground. Their magic colliding in a furious clash of light and darkness. Amir punched Trey. I can feel the pain and I groan. Trey snarls and pulls Amir's face down to his knee. Amirs stumbles back, before he reaches for Trey's shoulder, but Trey side steps him and uses his own momentum to throw him to the ground. Then standing behind Amir, Trey places his hands on Amir's head, sending his bright light into his body.

VANESSA'S POV The battle descended into a brutal, grinding stalemate. The initial, elegant strategies were gone, burned away in the raw furnace of close-quarters combat. The eastern pass was a charnel house, the once-clean air now thick with the coppery stench of blood and the guttural snarls of the dying. Our warriors fought with the desperate courage of those defending their very homes, but the Architect's forces fought with a terrifying, mindless frenzy, fueled by his corrupting magic.

Alder raised both hands in surrender and answered quickly, fear trembling beneath his calm tone. “They took the book! The Book of Damned! Kael has it!” Varek’s grip tightened. “And what does that… insignificant relic… have to do with me?” Eloria choked, forcing out the words. “The Book contains rituals… forbidden ones… it can alter the battlefield… shift power… bind… or kill entities like—” She gasped. “—like you.” Varek’s expression twisted. His fingers tightened another fraction. For a moment Alder was sure the Grand Magestress was going to die.

Zander looks at Camille shocked; unsure what to do as Willow moves forward and takes Camille’s head in her hands. “Stragulum scutum mentis et magia, donec mens est libratum iterum,” she mutters repeatedly, Camille screaming as she tries to escape Willow’s grasp, feeling her magic disappear as Alaric drops to the floor almost gracefully. Willow steps back, Camille staring at her. “What did you do? Where did my magic go? You stole my magic!” She screams and lunges forward to grab Willow again, stopped by Zander who moves in front of her as a sort of human shield.

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

BOOK ONE OF THE MAGES SERIES: MANAGING MAGES ******* Art credit courtesy of: eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This novel contains raw animal aggression, force by magic, sexual acts and other elements that some may find disturbing. Please read with caution ******* TEASER The next morning was archery practice. I hate archery. I'm no good at it. "Everybody line up!" Hawk roared. Pacing the grass in-front of the mansion.

Yet, he swiftly regained his strength and retaliated by hurling a powerful blow at Blake, sending him tumbling to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, he pounced on his fallen opponent, relentlessly launching a barrage of attacks. Realizing that Blake was an ally in this battle, I knew I had to take action. Emerging from the shadows, I cautiously reached for the book, its weight surprising me. Nonetheless, I was grateful for its heft as I raised it with all my might. Advancing slowly, I closed in on the scene, and with a resounding crash, I brought it down upon the man's head.

Who would have thought? “Night beautiful. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t miss me too much.” Conor whispered. We snuggled together and fell asleep quickly holding hands. I woke up early the next morning and had talked Joanne into coming with me to the library so I could keep up on my Mage studies since I was told not to be out and about alone now that even more soldiers had arrived from all over the Zargan Empire. In my spare time, I had been reading over different spells and had no idea the actual variety of magic Mages had. I had found even more spells ranging from specialty magic that gave a Mage a sub-set of spells to make soldiers out of any natural materials. It made me feel better since

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."