Battlemage Book Novels & Stories

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 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.

She explained, “At this very moment, Abby and Damian are preparing for their own war with dark witches and vampires. Theirs will be on a much larger scale, but they have the resources to defeat them.” I thought deeply about this and decided we should have sone mock battles. I started formulating a plan, but I really needed to make some lists and start writing everything down. I really wanted to wake up, but Onyx growled, “Not yet. I need to rest. You should too. We will be too busy for rest when we wake.” I sighed, “I guess you’re right. We really should rest and heal.”

The priestess was startled. “I have deduced that those warriors you met earlier possess four magic books in their bodies,” Gargamel said. “One is said to be able to become a God by gathering five magical books. The Torment Manuscript is about to be born. The rest of the magic books will follow the trend and show up here. Now, they are here.” “Follow the trend?” The priestess didn’t quite understand. “So, those people I met have come here for the manuscript?” “Bingo! They must have come from the outside world for the manuscript,” Gargamel said with a nod. “But how are they going to be able to rival our master’s might given his strength in the Mammet Realm? They are doing all the hard work for

And how could they unite the two packs in harmony when chaos seemed to reign supreme? Determined, Amelia tore herself away from the hidden alcove, clutching the ancient tome to her chest. With renewed vigor, she joined the battle, directing her pack strategically, utilizing their strengths while keeping the prophecy in mind. The Shadow Magus fought fiercely, their power seemingly limitless. But Amelia noticed a flicker of doubt in their eyes, a small crack in their confidence. This gave her a glimmer of hope, a sliver of belief that they could prevail. As the battle waged on, Amelia's pack fought with a newfound intensity, their unity growing stronger as they faced each wave of darkness. The

Repeatedly, he gave me a few blows, thumps that have should break a rib, but I didn't feel it, I only knew he was trying to fight back because I saw his hand moving, which stopped after a while. The more I devour his flesh, the stronger I got, I no longer felt weak. Seeing different faces flash in my head I pulled away, landing on my backside, it was a woman, she was smiling with four kids seated around a dinner table and a... Dog, Is this... Is this Maurice's family? The one he was telling me about,

Daito stared back at Drom, "Then do this with me first, and I will fight with you to the very end!" "Without your power?" "I won't loose my power right away! It'll take a while for my power to escape me, and before it does I will help you fight," "Who told you that..." "The same people that told you to bring the Book and the dagger to me..." There was brief moment of silence before any of them spoke. Drom swallowed bitterly the looked Daito dead into his pupils, “Okay fine, but don't do this with any regrets,” Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across th

So I'd shifted, consequences and pregnancy be absolutely damned, and run straight toward where I'd felt him fall through our connection. The battlefield was pure, unfiltered chaos. A walking commotion. Wolves fighting desperately everywhere I looked. Blood and death and screaming filling the air. Corrupted wolves moving wrong, their bodies twisted and broken by dark magic into some demonic or nightmares versions of what they used to be. And mages—fucking combat mages throwing spells that exploded on impact that set wolves on fire that turned solid ground into deadly quicksand. In a bright sustainable scenario, I would be absolutely glad to see mage, as it was one o my dreams, to see one, but