Battlemage Book Novels & Stories

It's ready to attack. The monster sprinted towards me in a swift motion that made Alfonso pull me off directly into his back, placing himself in front of me. The beast attempted to swipe Alfonso, but he failed when Alfonso ducked and slid under him while slashing his sword directly into the beast's belly. The beast growled, agonizing and Alfonso placed himself behind it. Before the beast could turn around Alfonso, I, on the other hand, directed the roots of a flanking tree to crawl towards the feet of the gigantic creature.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

Méah immediately walked fast down the hill even though it she struggled a lot at how thick the wild vines and other forest plants on her way not to mention the rough shaped rocks underneath her bare feet. When Méah finally arrived down the riverbank, Keir was already standing, waiting for her. "Here, I found this. I don't know what are these but I know these have something to do with the ancient legend," Méah stated between her breaths, avoiding Keir's gaze. Keir snatched the things that Méah found as soon as she handed it to him. His eyes narrowed upon realizing what he was holding. "These...these are the torn pages of the ancient book of Great Battle Of The Three Realms. So I was right. I

"Soon you'll understand what it feels like to lose everything. To have the people you trust become your enemies. To watch your world crumble." He picked up the photograph, studying Dante's young face. "You tried to bury me. But you forgot the most important lesson we learned together." His fingers traced the edge. "Dead men tell no tales. But ghosts? Ghosts come back to haunt you." Somewhere out there, Dante was probably holding Arabelle. Probably feeling safe. Probably forgetting that the most dangerous enemies aren't the ones you know about. They're the ones you've already left for dead. "Sweet dreams, brother." And in the darkness, his smile was terrible.

Quite cryptic if you asked me. The brittle pages rustled as I continued to flip through; “Long ago, there was a battle that raged on between demons,” my brows knitted in confusion as I closed the book and read the back cover just in case, why was I reading about demons? The book had a wolf picture in front, imposing and strong looking, how come it talked about demons instead? Placing the book back on the shelf as it wasn't the one I was looking for when I stopped midway, I thought maybe to give the book another chance, it was just a feeling though.

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

"He thinks your vanguard armor is just a show, Chika, but he doesn't realize my line only crowns a true king." I adjusted the heavy black pearl crown on my brow, the dark titanium plates of my combat gear clicking softly as I shifted my weight away from the Brooks faction. "Brook is playing a dangerous game with the Bates syndicate because he lacks the teeth to hold his own perimeter. If he imagines using your old flames will fracture our pack law, he vastly underestimates my resolve."

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

If one is not ready for that kind of power, one should not consider a mage as a worthy adversary. Lamag had been fighting enough mages in wars to know that mages are most dangerous just before they are at risk of dying. Their magic has the ability to multiply and explode uncontrollably in the hope of preserving the lives of the mages. Every soldier must be ready for it when fighting against mages, and Lamag has enough scars from his failures in the battle to be prepared for that kind of power.

Follow Xavier and Erica’s youngest daughter Valerie Ravenwood’s story in The Last Dragon’s Mage Synopsis: [Book 3 in Mage's Mate series, can be read as a stand-alone or as a part of the series] Valerie Ravenwood, the youngest daughter of Erica and Xavier Ravenwood has led an inferior life for the past 18 years what with being a wolfless and a namesake mage. Desperate to prove her worth, she runs away from home after being denied to join the Medeis Challenge, an annual competition held exclusively for mages, and judged by dragons. She follows her elder sister, who has been chosen to take part in the aforementioned competition but manages to lose her way and stumbles, literally, into the terri