Close Combat Mage Novels & Stories

Strategic combat familiar, 50% Physical immunity and 60% spell immunity, 60% evasion rate, Unique skill- 100% immunity to wind and lightning attacks. Lord Pregucia>> CloudBurst 'S Class' [ Gigantic Black Frilled Lizard appearance. Produce black clouds around him and 'rides' it, air mobility only with high agility. Rare S class type. Climate manipulation, strategic combat familiar. 90% physical Immunity and 70% spell immunity, 70% evasion rate. Unique skill- Any target that comes into contact with any 'cloud' in its range gets struck by infinite lightning.]

I watched in horror as Link moved across the room with a speed which wasn't possible, even in his wolf form, he shouldn't have been able to move as quickly as he did, it was only seconds later that I felt his claw dragging down the side of my body. I winced but didn't allow it to be bother me as I moved away from him , jumping on his wolf and pinning him to the ground, sinking my teeth into his right paw - I was horrified to see that it was immediately healing and the wound disappearing before my very eyes. He took that moment to force his claws into one of my hind legs, rendering me pretty much defenceless, there was no way in hell to fight against someone who could heal like that while I w

" Aesthelia focused on sending the message telepathically as loud as she could. She tried visualizing the form she wanted them to take and, hopefully, it reached them. This time they followed her words and came forward in a circle position. The wolves who match the vampires' strength will serve as the tanks. They are durable when mages support them. "Elliot, now!" Aesthelia yelled, signaling the other mages to focus on concentrating on making mana armor to reduce the damage received by the wolves. The mages are fit as long-distance attackers. They are the ones who shouldn't be bothered while they are casting spells. Sure, they can't heal, but at least they can make a shield to protect others

It swore to itself that if it was something stupid then it would sink its poisonous fangs into the creature for this offense. ******************* Having arrived at the area where the shockwaves originated, both Kirou and Shadow Arachne were greeted to the sight of a player that appeared to be a mage taking on a minotaur. Seeing how the mage was fighting caused Kirou to raise an eyebrow. The reason for this was that the mage was currently taking on the minotaur in a melee fight with two daggers in hand. Kirou then took a look at the monster's details before shaking his head at the mage's antics.

I am foolish and a fucked-up pushover! I sit up as I feel my blood boil in anger but I groan as pain registers in my battered body. I doubt my body will still allow me to use my magic at its best. I doubt Sacrarium will still accept a depleted mage who has fallen from grace! My magic activates, and the wind around me rises. I cough as dust rises around me. The door to the room opens, and a muscular, handsome man comes in.

More wolves tried to leap at me but I used magic to blast them all out. Cedric had slain over twelve wolves and he was still combatting more. Hilda looked happier jumping high in the sky and landing on unsuspecting wolves back while stabbing them. Suzy equally blasted the lot of them with magic as well as bit them and spread vampire venom in their veins. It looked like we had the upper hand but something else bothered me immensely. The warlock we had bonded by dark object had broken free with the help of the wolves and he was massaging his wrists and stretching his neck.

"Shut up!" The bandit leader shouted at his subordinate. Even he was regretting that he messed with this group of people. He was starting to get scared when he saw his subordinates getting killed. He was feeling regretful but he hardened his face. In their group, only him has a magic attribute, an Intermediate rank level 2. He can fight a couple of novice rank mages and so, seeing that the four mages look to be in their teens, he immediately assumed that they would be a novice rank. He didn't expect that they were that powerful. Especially the person in black, he might not see any magic attribute, but he is sure that that person is no ordinary. Especially, how that person in black cloak expe

With a deep, Minotaur roar he surged forward, raising his large axe with the intent of cleaving the Mage nearest him. Zalikhe turned at the sound of his roar. She sent a strong burst of mystical energy at him. It struck him in the chest, and the tall warrior stumbled. She cast a second one and he stopped, tumbling forward in pain, as the axe fell heavily to the ground. He was unable to rise with the pain racing through him. His dark eyes narrowed in frustration as he saw the Mages heading through the doors with their prize. His frustrated roar echoed across the grounds.

“That’s blood magic. Robbing someone else of their will like that—that’s different from just putting up a shield. There’s no way they could have done something that powerful without spilling some blood about it.” “What can we do?” I ask. “Well, the point of combat magic is to do ranged damage,” Wilder says. “Damage over a distance. If you were going to fight close up, you could just shift, and you’d probably have the upper hand because teeth and claws and wolf muscles are faster than any spell. Moon Casters know that. That’s why they’ll never let a shifter get close if they can help it, which is why you need to know how to fight from far away.”

She wore a baldric strapped to her back, carrying two swords, and a dagger at her hip, along with the assortment of small pouches that designated her as a mage. A man followed a step behind her, so similar in face and form to Rivyn that they could only be twins, except this man’s face curled in a sneer similar to that which Rivyn had worn when we had first met. My mage had softened from how he had been when I had cut him down from the tree. I had not noticed how much so, until this mirror image of him was held up as a comparison. The man’s clothing was black, like his lady’s, and as finely made and embroidered. There was blood on his hand and across his cheek, and he held a bloody sword loos