Close Combat Mage Novels & Stories

Jim gave a chuckle as he pick up the arrow that was laying in the table. "I battled against her myself!" He then glanced at the hooded man. '"Her speed is like almost similar to us elves, and her magic are advance enough for her to become a master" Jim stated as he examined the arrows sharp head, darted it to a round board, and perfectly hitting the center. "And that's what you call a lowly, amateur, apprentice?" Jim questioned, venom in his voice. The man didn't reply immediately, his lost for words. He doesn't know what to respond, its Jim who saw her power and he hasn't. In fury, he clenched his fists tight and gave a growl.

Go now and be fast," I told Duke. The Mages were my strongest contenders. Their King killed most of my best warriors with his powers. I had to use a special gift I had never used before. Heat vision - allows me to fire two thick laser-like beams of intensified heat in the form of heat irradiated speed or fiery-like beams. Well, using that power to kill the Mage King with the help of Duke had dire consequences.

Jo stood between them, a whistle slung around his neck and his right arm raised up before he blew the whistle and they started lunging towards each other. Mr. Jung ducked when Mr. Min's fist came flying towards him, brutal and unabashed. He was like that when it came to Mr. Min and Mr. Kim but that didn't mean he wasn't good at what he did. Mr. Jung moved swifter than anybody I had seen fight before, you could let yourself think you'd win but he'd be right there, knocking the breath out of you the very next second. There was no anger, no wrath but pure dominance in the game, technique over strength.

"I hope our fight can be memorable." Why is she acting naive? From the looks of it she should only be a little older than me. She's also a Commanding Officer, their base limit is worth fifty thousand and I'm worth fifty thousand. So this should be a fair challenge. I know she's a Zeno user but I don't know whether it's an attack or body type. So he's a mage and he's cute too! But why type of mage is he? His bounty! If I recall it's about fifty thousand and I haven't taken out anyone higher than fifty one thousand. Even if he's strong... I'm stronger.

I knew for a fact that every mage was stronger than me. I saw that almost the majority of them could control fire or water. I turned my gaze to the other part of the arena where some were practising controlling the air, letting snow swirl up and controlling the tempo. After the fire fiasco, everyone was probably more or less trying to restrain their powers. Manifesting a small amount, enough that will allow them to practise. A member of the clan, a roguish-looking man, came and placed a bowl of water wordlessly, then left before I could utter my gratitude.

she explained. "We look for a live beasts outside the Manor" Alpha Jones concluded. "And one more thing, Martell's soldier got the Mage. I'm not sure if he is still alive" she shook her head in pity "You should be sure now" the Mage came to them. He looked worse. He had obviously been through a lot. "You made it out, again. How did you do it" Sophie's face brightened up. A sweet smile escaped her lips. "War is fought by both physical and mental strength" the Mage boasted. "Stay back!" the Mage yelled at Alpha Jones and shielded Sophie from him. "And you too!" he pointed to David.

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.” That drew a few murmurs from the crowd. Energy Burst was no joke. It allowed a fighter to release explosive pulses from any point of contact—fist, elbow, knee, foot. Devastating in close range. But then again, he wasn’t royalty. No amplifier. Just raw talent. Still, that was more than enough to leave someone in the dirt. Nyomei stepped into the ring, drawing a few snickers from the crowd. Too soft, too quiet, too nervous. Easy win.

Cormac takes a hit across his left shoulder that I see from the junction, and I know from the way he absorbs it that it's real, not just a glancing blow. He doesn't slow down. The three of us—Cormac, me, and two Rookeries wolves—take the first mage down with that specific collaborative rhythm that comes from having fought together before. The way we distribute our attention and time our press means the mage can't handle all the threats at once. The mage goes down. The second mage is in the sublevel with Dante. I hear the exchange rather than see it—the distinctive sounds of a fight happening in a confined space. Then the sound that means it's over, a different quality from the noise of a fig

"So, you're a short-ranged fighter like me? I understand what your going for. We have no experience fighting alongside each other, so you want me to catch him off guard. But that would only work if I was a medium to long ranged magic-user." "I think you're forgetting about something. Enhancers like us have a have increased reaction times. Follow me closely, you can aim for an opening before he comprehends what's happening." The four mages in robes stand in each corner of the cavern. They clasp their hands together and a magic defense shield surrounds the fighters. This ensures that the spectators and the walls of the cavern do not take any damage.