Romans & histoires Battlemage Book

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.

The battle started and I had to crawl myself out of the chaos. Everyone was struggling, some do physical attacks, some use enchantments. I had to go. It took me a while to finally pick myself up. And the moment I was able to take a step, a loud growl beside me made me flinch. A beast appeared, it was as big as a tiger and it was approaching me. Goodness! I was shaking with trepidation. I was so scared to even move!

Agnes and my son was safely tucked away in a hidden corner, shielded from the dangers of the battle. As Constantine’s forces closed in on us, I could feel the weight of the prophecy bearing down upon us. It was a moment of reckoning, a battle not just for power but for the very fate of the world. “Stay close to me,” I whispered to Baba Tunde, my heart pounding in my chest. “We’ll get through this together.” he nodded, her eyes unwavering with determination. “I believe in you, Cain. We can do this.” As the clash of the sun and moon continued to fill the sky, our battle with Constantine’s forces intensified. The ground trembled beneath us, and the air crackled with magic and power. It was a ba

But I wanted to know what my destiny would be in that battle. When I arrived at the library, I immediately opened the hidden cupboard on the side of the wall where the book of prophecy was kept. I immediately took it and placed it on the small table. I opened it and immediately looked for the prophecy about the battle of the full moon. "Same blood, same will. But someone will be enveloped in darkness and someone will face death," I swallowed saliva from what I read and felt nervous. Not only for me but also for him. Honestly, I don't know if I can kill my own brother.

“Fall back! FALL BACK!” But it was too late. The battle had shifted. And we were losing. The Cost of War I don’t remember how I moved, how I reached Soraya, how I forced my magic deep enough to keep her breathing. But I did. My hands were dyed red with blood—hers, mine, theirs—there I was in the innermost halls of the fortress. The torchlight was dim over here, but Jameson was yelling orders somewhere nearby, and his sword flashed as he dispatched one attacker after another. Lilith didn’t appear anywhere but I knew she fought, she thrived in the chaos.

But something about the phrasing felt off. ‘Think, Jade,’ Naila urged. ‘What did the mage say about truth?’ I closed my eyes, replaying the story in my mind. The girl’s sacrifice wasn’t what won the war—it was the power she channeled. Her act wasn’t about giving up but about empowering others. I stepped toward the second path. As I crossed the threshold, the symbols on the walls flared, and a new challenge emerged—a glowing riddle scrawled across the corridor ahead: