Blood Magic Dragon Age 2 Novels & Stories

The platoon was like berserk beasts let loose on a Black Sheep farm. Mages were dying and being gravely injured every few seconds. This was an absolute massacre, but no one came forward could stop it. Elder Bloodthirst's heart pained seeing his home and clansmen being decimated. Try as he might, he couldn't shake off this blue dragon as its defenses were impenetrable. He used his full power to hit him repeatedly, but he kept coming back.

He opened the floodgates of his consciousness, letting the chaotic, blood-hungry instincts of the beast collide with his cold, aristocratic intellect. The two minds didn't just touch; they began to violently meld, their memories, hatreds, and ambitions dissolving into a singular, toxic pool of pure vengeance. Malakai's contribution: Century-old military strategy, intimate knowledge of the castle’s secret passages, and the psychological flaws of Lucian, Riheirk, and Valarian. The Blood-born leader's contribution: Unlimited physical regeneration, the commanding authority over thousands of corrupted creatures, and a lethal, toxic venom that could bypass ancient elven wards.

“Magic channel is where my magic flows from my heart. My heart is the source of my magic.” The dragon's muscular tail whipped out and locked itself around Sophia's body faster than she could process. She squealed in surprise before she was dragged towards Eli until she was floating by mere inches from him. Did she already anger him enough to start her death sentence? She looked up and saw the red irises with black slit pupils. To her amazement, the pupils seemed to swirl with many stars. The woman gasped when the star-like clouds of dust inside the black slit pupils spun slowly in clockwise. "You have insufficient magic," Eli's voice resounded around her, "but it is flowing so you have poten

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

he finished as he rose. The room, surrounded by his fifteen elite, he froze midway through his rise, transfixed by the sight of the assassin before him. Everything that happened next happened at once, and yet he watched it as if it were intended for him to see. In the man’s grip came a burst of flame, and from the space around his hand a blackness spilled from somewhere within the light like a pool of blood from an unattended injury, smoke rising as it came to life, drawn from a place Maekil could only surmise to be an abomination. And when it was over, like the tale of the Shadow Child, in his grip rested two short swords like the falchions of great archers who bore the battlefront in the a

The demon just laughed at her and didn't bother himself to utter a word. “Celestial Blood Magic: Crimson Tornado,” Almirah firmly shouted then an immense and thick amount of blood gushed out from the jar and it moved rapidly in a circular motion, rushing towards Leviathan's direction. Almirah laughed devilishly. My heart throbbed as I saw fangs growing on her teeth. And as time passed by, she became aggressive as if she’s losing her sanity but her magic power gradually intensified. What was happening on her?

I asked as I scooped up a spoonful of the hot, bitter broth. “Because the ‘Twin Flame’ flows through your blood,” the girl replied, and a reverent awe entered her voice. “The fire of dragons and the aether of the First Mages. That greenish white light you wield… it isn’t born from your own effort. It’s an ancient, forbidden source that awakens only when your bond with a dragon and your blood pact with another person exist at the same time.” Zade. My heartbeat quickened. A blood pact.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

Not dead, just unconscious. "How long do you think that will last?" Cyra asked and extended an arm towards me. I took it graciously and slumped into her. My body trembled enough that one might think I had a cold. Jerking so much power from my heart so quickly could be the death of me. Of any youngling. It took years of practice to summon magic so deadly in a matter of seconds. Especially when you possess not just one elemental power, but two. Two total opposite elements.