Dao Blood Mage Novels & Stories

“The oracle said it holds the echoes of your ancestors. Looks like it’s more than echoes – it’s alive, tied to your blood. And it doesn’t like threats.” Dax walks ahead with Kael, his arm still hovering near her waist as if afraid she’ll vanish into the fog. She wipes blood from her lip, her smirk sharp as ever. “Told you, princess. Old magic. Shadow Ridge didn’t mess around. That dagger’s got teeth…and it likes you.” She nudges Dax, who’s breathing hard, still pale from crossing the ravine again, sweat beading on his brow. “Bet you wish you had a fancy toy like that, huh, Pack Boy? Or you just gonna keep glaring at me like I stole your bone?” Dax snarls, but there’s no real heat in it – on

“I mean wrong in an interesting way, not a fatal way.” “That is somehow not better.” Soreya stepped back and exhaled slowly. “Whatever that is, it does not belong to vampire bloodline magic. And it is not wolf-bonded. It moves too fluidly.” Virelle rubbed her thumb against the faint silver line in her palm, suddenly aware again of how strange all of this was. “Everyone keeps saying things like that. No one explains anything.”

The message would send them rushing back, forcing them to converge, strengthening their numbers against the monsters creeping from behind. Two problems solved with one command. From where I stand, the letters begin to etch themselves across the sky. A-I-T— Then the mage doubles over. His body convulses as he coughs up blood, crimson spilling over his chin. His nose and ears begin to bleed, the glow in his eyes shattering. “He’s been attacked!” a woman cries, rushing forward. She’s tall, her long red hair gleaming like fire in the fading light, eyes the same burning shade. Her staff—deep redwood carved with runes—shivers in her grip as she kneels beside him.

I asked, looking at her with an unsure expression. “Those are extinct,” the nurse replied. Her code of conduct wouldn’t allow her to say it, but I could see it in her eyes, she was clearly staring at me like I had gone mad. “Will that work?” I asked. I didn’t need her to have rational thoughts, I just wanted to be sure that everything would work out. She released a haggard breath, “If say hypothetically you find a blood mage, which I doubt you will. His blood will have to be merged with hers, binding them for eternity,”

Grumbling he reluctantly gets dressed, kissing me on the cheek he leaves. Dagon is one of the youngest of the fallen, he is the easiest to manipulate. Not that it takes manipulation, the sexy Dagon is a willing participant, especially in the bedroom. Stepping into my milky white bath that sits waiting filled with my favourite oils and salts I whisper a viewing spell and watch as the glimmer screen comes to life.

“Zephyr, I need you to hear me. You must return to us now. Please.” The Air Mage began to shake, his whole body convulsing. “Zephyr!” Astasha yelled. And then he went still again, his mouth opening to speak, but it wasn’t his voice that came from it. “Well done, my precious Tasha. She will be pleased to know how you have embraced the magics of your bloodline.” Anger flooded through her as her hands clenched into fists and the darkness began to swarm within her. “Whatever it is you’re doing to him, let him go.”

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

We finally have an elder on our side and she can perhaps combat with the warlock magically. "And I can't think straight with this throbbing head and bleeding body." I bobbed my head and bit a chunk of my hand before filling a wine glass with the droplets of my blood. The blood of vampires can help heal up all kinds of wounds on any supernatural species and fragile humans. Bastiana accepted the glass and drank my blood with a gulp while her face mirrored disgust. Her scars began healing and her cuts closed back till her skin was as good as new.

Cassy shook her head and smiled to reassure her, she couldn't tell Paige that she had self-healed with her white flame, she wasn't even sure she knew what it was, so she decided to redirect the conversation to another topic and she asked her still curious, "You just said that mages have potential, what does that mean exactly?" Paige smiled at her again and quickly explained, "Mages have limited potential unlike warriors, depending on their potential they will be able to accomplish more or less. The second test I told you about, you're going to take it tomorrow to get into the Academy of Catara. As you have already turned 18, you don't need to use the herb I told you about, this energy reserv

Chloe helped Martha with a few of the chores around the farm that could be done at such an odd hour of the day before heading back to the house. The closer they got to the house, the more anxious she became. Would Baqman have the test results? Was she contaminated with vampire or werewolf venom? Or both? Would she need to have her blood cleaned? How did they plan on doing it? Were they going to give her a blood transfusion? As far as she knew, Martha was the only one in Manthella who had blood that would be compatible; providing it was the same type as hers.