Novel & Cerita Battlemage Book

I tip-toe and take it out. I look around and finally settle down on a short ladder, which I hadn’t noticed before and open the book. I skim through and to my dismay, find nothing. “Not a single mention,” I mutter under my breath. I shouldn’t have expected to find much. I take a deep breath and begin to peruse again. All the books have little to no mention of mages. Not a lot of things have been written. ‘As if they will keep a record of a monster,’ Ruelle sneers suddenly, irked. I let out a heavy sigh.

“Tell me why then. Why? Why should I be here?” “A year ago, our kingdom’s divine prophet had a prophecy. A big war will break out soon and Azlea’s barrier is getting weaker every year. Lord Vincentius was the one who built it. We had tried all the most powerful mages of this generation to rebuild it but no one could as it requires Lord Vincentius’ blood.” “So you need me for that? Fine. I’ll give you my blood. After that, let me leave.” “But that’s not as simple as that. You have to rebuild the barrier yourself. We believe only you can do it because you are Lord Vincentius’ descendant.”

The figure’s face was strange, a reversed triangle was its face plate and on its head were what appeared to be stag horns. “Battle Mage” The voice that came from out of the thing was whispery but threatening, and as it spoke tufts of steam bellowed from under the mask. Outstretching its arms, the thing appeared ready to cast a spell. Bright green vines grew around its horns and its arms as it lunged toward her. Likaya wastes no time casting a burst spell as she dodges the creature’s hands and moves behind him. She draws her blastrod and fires all remaining eight rounds from the hip. The figure staggers, Glowing green lines begin to cut through its triangle face mask.

He spun around theatrically, holding the crowd of timid townspeople in the palm of his hand, “For her mate - her chosen one is Rocco Valence! Or as you know him, the orphan of the last whore to get her throat slit on these cobbles.” The crowd mumbled and whispered together, checking the perimeter I saw Selene’s blonde sisters hovering nearest to the cage. Adam, the one from the photographs was nowhere to be seen, I’d rather know where that sneaky fucker was before it all kicks off. Wicknace then suddenly threw the axe at us with a strength that was surprising considering his fat, ancient age. As we separated to avoid the spinning blade the three of them shifted. Jimmy and Julien were huge, w

Lark reported to him. “Hm..” was all he did in reply. “Are you sure about this?” Lark asked worriedly as he look at him busy reading the book in his hand. “Let us just say that I am paying him back for what he owes me,” after saying that, he closed the book and stood up, and went to the bookshelf to look for another book. “Don’t worry about him, he is stubborn and doesn’t really give up easily. It’s a reverse uno card from now on.” He said while smiling and no longer explained.

Argon, fueled by desperation and determination, fought with everything he had to fend off the relentless assault from the formidable duo of the Crimson Pack. Magical sparks and shadows filled the room as the mage at Argon's side hurled spells at Magnus and Daemon. Magnus, with his immense strength and resilience, deflected most of the magical projectiles, while Daemon gracefully weaved around them, his silver eyes fixed on Argon. Argon's dagger clashed with Magnus's razor-sharp claws, the clash of steel and bone echoing through the chamber. The room seemed to shrink as the intensity of the battle escalated. Daemon lunged with blinding speed, aiming to immobilize Argon with a swift strike, bu

The dark clouds crackled with ominous energy, amplifying the intensity of the battle. "You think taking the book away from me is enough to defeat me?" Charles sneered, his eyes flashing with a newfound sense of power. "You underestimate the depth of my abilities. Prepare to witness true darkness." The swirling clouds grew thicker, enveloping Richard and Roger in an impenetrable shroud of uncertainty.

The weight of centuries pressed down on me, but something inside me steadied with each step. I needed strategy. I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover dark and cracked. Gina nodded approvingly. “I’ll help you sort through what’s relevant,” she said. “But you need to read as much as you can. Understanding her magic means understanding her history. And understanding her history means understanding how to fight her.” I opened the book carefully. The pages whispered like old secrets. And there— in the center of a page inked in dark crimson— a sketch of Bernatta herself.

The pain in my palms flared, but I forced it back, focusing on breaking the runes. Behind me, the sounds of battle grew louder—the shouts, the growls, the clash of steel and magic. I could feel Damien’s presence close, fighting his way through the darkness, but I couldn’t look away. Not now. A sudden sharp pain shot through my side, and I staggered, gasping for breath. A shadowy figure lunged at me, claws outstretched. I barely had time to react, twisting and throwing a burst of magic that sent it crashing to the ground.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. As I struggled with the decision, a sudden movement caught my attention. A group of Draven’s elite warriors—clad in dark armor and radiating dark magic—broke through our defenses, charging straight for me. I braced myself, drawing on every ounce of strength I had left. The battle wasn’t over—not yet.