Dao Blood Mage Novels & Stories

I told her. “My daughter could take all my blood and it wouldn’t matter as long as she gets to live.” “More than blood itself, she needs you to live, Kate. Unless the bite heals, you cannot give her any more of your blood.” “I will find a way. Jonathan, you said we could slow down the awakening process, didn’t you? We need a Mage for that to happen. I will find one-“ “Damon knows one. His ex-lover is a high-level Mage. He will sort it out,” Tau commented. “Consider that problem solved.”

[Erica] "So...you got to know something before I tell you my whereabouts," Erica began nervously. Drake was still in the dark about her identity. Her eyes darted towards her parents who nodded encouragingly. She took a deep breath before she confessed, "I...am a mage." Drake stared at her blankly while she tweedled her thumbs. "Uh...well, that's interesting. I mean mom said that grandpa was a mage so, I guess it's genes?" he shrugged. Well, that was anticlimactic.

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

” He exclaimed. “YOU BLASPHEMOUS INFERIOR!” A black aura is gushing out from his body tremendously. “Varz! Be aware! You do cut his Mana circulation, yet he can recover it and double up the sum of Mana in his body very quickly.” Dora warned Varz. “Tsk, guess it will be interesting.” Varz is coming to Leak and the great battle continues.

“How did you do that?” Mirena’s smirk deepened. “Magic. a]Acient magic you could never imagine, and i did that witjhot a touch of your blood, just the memories this caste holds.” She gestured to the air around us. Then her eyes met with Damon’s. “Do you still doubt?” Damon’s jaw clenched, his sharp tongue silenced. He didn’t answer, but the way his fists tightened at his sides told me he was incredibly unsettled.

He growls before he howls and shifts back, screaming in pain. “What have you done?” he coughs up blood and I step back looking at him in disgust. “Wolfsbane and silver nitrate.” When we are all forced to stop. I can’t breathe until I see the mage and the fae step forward. Aura is the only one who isn’t affected, and she tries to attack when she is held in place with magic and she whines and whimpers as the mage uses magic to cause pain on her, forcing her to shift back.

Argon, fueled by desperation and determination, fought with everything he had to fend off the relentless assault from the formidable duo of the Crimson Pack. Magical sparks and shadows filled the room as the mage at Argon's side hurled spells at Magnus and Daemon. Magnus, with his immense strength and resilience, deflected most of the magical projectiles, while Daemon gracefully weaved around them, his silver eyes fixed on Argon. Argon's dagger clashed with Magnus's razor-sharp claws, the clash of steel and bone echoing through the chamber. The room seemed to shrink as the intensity of the battle escalated. Daemon lunged with blinding speed, aiming to immobilize Argon with a swift strike, bu

he commands the guards and they obey. In the end of the long aisle of Magus realm there’s a room that is made of metal and only has a small door to get in. there’s no window installed in there. Dawn once again chained up, just like what happened to her in the dungeon. a tear trailed on her cheeks when she heard the door closed. All she can see is darkness.

“Slate!” Nya shouted, helping lower the dragon king to the ground. She bent down next to him, not sure what to do. The arrow still protruded from his chest, near his heart, and the blood was spreading quickly. Staring into his eyes, she thought about the Heart of Magic. “Can’t the stone save you?” she asked. “Can’t you call upon the power from the Heart of Magic to heal you?”

The blood dripped down Doll's pretty pale face but he made no move to drink. A few drops fell onto the ground and it seemed to invigorate the tulips. Now they were glowing the purple of Hades's dark aura. It was as if Doll was unable to use his body but could still be found living in the magick he shared with Hades. Hex chains, which Doll shouldn't be able to make, wrapped around Hades's arm, holding him there as the blood ran.