Close Combat Mage Novels & Stories

“But you understand that a mage of sufficient mastery will have nothing to fear against a blood mage’s control.” “A blood mage excels on the battlefield,” Kilvic continued. “When I say a fully primed blood mage, I mean one in his natural habitat. A powerful blood mage on a battle field.” Anrik paused, her finger tapped against her lips in consideration. “What of a death deviant,” Kilvic added. “Or a life deviant?”

Liam asked, to my left. “Hit them hard, all of us at once with the biggest blast we can muster, and knock as many of them out as possible,” I replied, hoping that we could get our first strike in before the other side even had a chance to know what hit them. I saw a bunch of nods all around me and knew that my teammates understood. “I’ll count to three,” I told them. “One, two, three!” On three, all of us sent out a huge wave of power aimed at the advancing line of mages. It was so powerful, many of the trees in front of us lost their leaves, which was awful, but at least they would grow back. The streak of magic was every color imaginable as each mage has their own color, just like my wolve

It does. “Ha!, It works!” I create more spears mid-air and aim them at the mages surrounding me. “Aim, set, fire” The spears fire at lighting speed, causing sonic booms. Most of the mages can’t dodge, so the spears impale them. The ones that do dodge are injured by the explosion of the spears. The sigil deactivates and I make quick work of them with my bat. The second in command floats down and looks around at all his downed men. “Impressive, you managed to hold off a squadron of mages, and even win. I have underestimated you. I won’t make that mistake again.” He catches the spear I fire from behind him and the explosion seems to do nothing to him.

But I was too quick, too agile, and I evaded the attack with ease, the mage's slow and clumsy movements a stark contrast to my own lightning-fast reflexes. It was child's play, a game of tag where I was the hunter and they were the prey. I gave the mage a quick kick to the stomach, sending him crashing to the wall with a sickening thud. He let out a pained cry as he vomited blood, his body writhing in agony. I cast the Ice Spike spell with a silent, swift motion, the magic unfolding with precision and deadliness. The close combat mage didn't even have a chance to react before he felt the icy spike pierce his thighs, pinning him to the ground.