Battlemage Book Novels & Stories

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

His words ignited a fire in their hearts, and their resolve hardened. As King Crowell's forces drew nearer, Cain's band took up their positions, hidden among the thick trees and underbrush. They watched in silence as the enemy army advanced, the ground trembling beneath the weight of their numbers. The battle commenced with a sudden and ferocious intensity. Cain, wielding his newfound magical abilities, unleashed bolts of lightning upon the enemy, sending arcs of deadly energy surging through their ranks. The element of surprise was on their side, and the soldiers of King Crowell were thrown into chaos.

KELLEN More of Vargr’s army had turned up and we were now engaged in a full-on battle. Metal clanked, and growls were heard as some of the opposition began to shift, their wolves attacking my Gladiators who could not shift. “We’re outnumbered!” I heard Jasper call to me from my left.

Alex The battle raged around us, an endless cacophony of snarls, screams, and the clash of claws on steel. The night air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and desperation. The ground beneath our feet trembled with every shift and movement of the combatants werewolves in their primal forms, rogues with their eyes wild and hungry, and the dark figures of Morgana, Jake, and Vivian leading the charge against us. They had the upper hand, their combined magic and strength overwhelming the forces we had rallied.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

"Isabella, I heard you learned how to fight in prison. Why don't you give Elena a show? If you can make it lie down obediently, you get a hundred grand tonight." "A hundred grand…" I murmured. I stared at the restless beast. Its eyes were bloodshot, a low growl vibrating deep in its throat. This wasn't entertainment; it was a gladiator match. But I couldn't walk away from that money. I took off my jacket, revealing arms mapped with scars and fresh bandages from the ballistic test earlier that afternoon. "Deal." I had barely taken two steps when the Rottweiler went berserk. It broke free of the leashes and lunged at me with a thunderous roar.

I shouted, urging everyone to fight with everything they had. The battle raged on, but I could feel the tide beginning to turn as our warriors rallied behind me. Determination fueled our movements, and I could see the Black Faes faltering as our united front surged forward. In the heat of battle, I spotted Baddy amidst the chaos, his eyes filled with rage and desperation. "You think you can defeat me again?" he roared, unleashing a wave of dark energy. But I wouldn't back down. "You're not the only one who has grown stronger!" I shouted, channeling my magic into a brilliant beam of light that collided with his darkness.

The dragon was breathing fire over the crowd of enemy soldiers. Maybe Charles and Isabella were right, for once. Maybe I should do some research. I walked over to Felix’s bookshelves. I wasn’t sure if I was filled with surprise or dread upon seeing the titles on the shelves: Anatomy of a Dragon. A Brief History of Dragons. Dragon Battle Tactics. One book in particular caught my eye: an old, leather-bound volume, entitled Dragon Knights and Their Powers. Dragon Knights? Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before.

"I have something for you." "What is it?" Indianna asked and pushed her empty plate away from her. "Mark and I were in the library, trying to find anything that could help us. As you know, the Elder's have abandoned us and we thought there could be something in any of the old literature that could help us defeat Rogue." "Did you manage to find something?" Indianna asked hopefully. "Sadly not, we're still looking," Laura said. "But, I did find this book. It's a very old book of tales about the Royal Family."

In the blink of an eye, Sebastian caught up with Jim, the Red Cloud Sword in his hand rising. Jim secretly sighed. He could only become a turtle again, resiliently resisting. This time, Sebastian's attacks were even faster and more cunning. In the midst of Jim's confusion, wounds on his body multiplied. However, Sebastian seemed to gradually grasp the essence of swordsmanship during this battle, and his swordplay became more sharp. [Ding! Understood the sword intent in battle, Sword Art proficiency +5%!]