Battlemage Book Novels & Stories

They carried weapons black as night, their edges flickering like dying embers. Bram swore. “I hate being right.” The first warrior lunged, and the battle began. Elior barely dodged the strike, his blade meeting the phantom steel with a deafening clang. The impact sent vibrations through his bones. These creatures were not mere illusions—they were real. And they wanted blood. Myrra was already moving, cutting through one of the warriors with precise strikes. The blade passed through the figure, but it did not fall. Instead, it reformed, stronger than before.

CHAPTER 32: THE CLASH OF TITANS Hell broke loose on the battlestorm of blood and steel. Wolves collided against the Order’s forces, a mass of claws and teeth and raw fury. Spells were warded and countered, unnatural energy cracklibg through the air as the air darkened with magic. The ground shuddered beneath the clash of battle, and the cacophony of conflict was a blaring cacophony of howls and death, of roars and fury, of metal thudding against scale and bone.

The thought came out in a shaky breath as I kept reading. Because werewolves were physically stronger and far greater in number, the mages were on the losing end. Even with their abilities, using magic drained them, making their powers almost useless in an active war zone. Which led some of them to seek out something forbidden… I paused as I turned the page, only to find it jumped to an entirely different creature. My eyes scanned it once. Then again. And that’s when i realized the remaining pages had been ripped out. A growl rose in my chest the second it sank in, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed the book and hurled it across the room.

Battle is nothing like the glories boys fantasize as they grow. There is no glory to it, just blood, and gore, and screams, and pain. The king rewards men who return from it, and shrouds them in false glory. This glory sends boys of all ages into a wanderlust for it. This glory is as real as it is tangible.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

A day or so, had passed since that conversation and Alexis spent most of her time holed up, trying to read through the thick books Emilia had left her. The books were more packed than her college books and shortly after her head would be spinning. Terms like, central mana, epidermal mana, mental mana and emotional mana. After a while she had to read through the same pages multiple times, barely grasping an understanding. One of the books, the one on magical creatures was actually interesting. It had long chapters that focused on a single creature, it was packed with their abilities, mental capabilities and even hobbies and preferences with dislikes labeled boldly. Warning the readers not to

Grabbing my boots from where they sit next to my bed, I slip them on. While I'm getting ready to leave, I can't help the worry that pulses through my veins like fiery venom. Having never learned how to fight, I have to wonder if I'll even be any good. I know that physically I am strong, working as a blacksmith most of my life has gained me immense physical power. But what good will I be fighting against dragons? A human could never face the full wrath of a dragon head-on. The only humans I’ve heard of taking on supernatural's are humans with magical bloodlines but since the Fires of Alira, the magical bloodlines have dwindled in number. After pulling my disheveled curls into a half ponytail,

“I’ve seen them before.” “Ah, the great bulls.” The Game Master mused, “The bulls are magic themselves, but merely a side of magic. As you know, magic itself is neither good nor evil. The bulls on the other hand, they eternally battle for dominance. The telltale battle between good and evil. Now, it’s my turn.” “I’m not exactly sure how Castle Mist brought me here.” I clarified, “I was being chased and I asked it to get me out of there. I never specified where.”

We had found Volume III. Mains tore it from my hands, sitting in his armchair and reading the words to me aloud. I sat on his chesterfield, pulling my legs up to my chin as I soaked in the words that rang out from his lips. They told a harrowing tale of destruction, of fires raging against the town and casualties of citizens and warriors alike. It all led to a battle, where a Blood Alpha, flanked by ravenous rogues, terrorized the town.

They both forgot they were in the open and before a mighty army. Dodo had been laid to waste and the dragon had had his fill of blood, now moving about the compound of the palace, putting fear in the hearts of the remaining soldiers who in their thousands were facing the ground in surrender. That night was the bloodiest of all the battles the King of Dodo and his men had ever fought. Akiza's mother was now focusing her gaze on the Prophetess of Dodo.