Dao Blood Mage Novels & Stories

The only way to recuperate was blood and a lot of it. "See, you aren't as invincible as you thought." Spittle landed on my cheek. I forced myself not to look away. He didn't deserve my fear. The smell surrounding Abby's body was putrid, but if I didn't drink, I would be knocked unconscious or maybe even die. I didn't know. With those thoughts in my head, I did the unthinkable. I sunk my teeth into her flesh. Blood immediately poured into my mouth and down my throat. My body responded immediately to the blood, even though it was tainted, it also possessed magic of some sort. My ribs snapped back into place. I continued to drink, sensing Abby's body dying. It broke my heart, but there was no o

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,”

he glared at Johan. “The hell! I thought you were going to open hell again!” “A-again...” Dorin touched his temple as his head suddenly ached. “Here, let me help you with that, number 12,” Mordecai said with a big grin. “Johan, hand Dagon over.” Mordecai touched Dorin’s temples as soon as Dagon perched on his shoulder, and hoped that the young thunder mage’s memory of their past duel would finally return, before Eirian does.

“Do you Ptakkagaris know anything at all? The Mekai is a dangerous liquid that ends our immortally as descendants of the gods. The one thing that can kill all gods forever is a a dagger coated with the Mekai. As creatures of the moon goddess who has the blood of two pantheons in her veins, the Mekai does not necessarily kill us but it doesn’t render our powers useless. Healing becomes impossible and we become even worse than humans.” Maggie listened in horror. She could see that Steph’s explanation was true because Caleb still had not stopped bleeding and his skin now had a very ashy color. “Is there no remedy?” she asked as she drew nearer. “There is an antidote but we do not have it.” “Who

Moreover, this person was also a descendant of Dragon Vein Blood, and even if he persevered, he would eventually reach the level of a 5th class mage or higher, so of course he had to be given enough attention. The head of the Mage Guild is a high-ranking 11th level mage, who alone occupies the central Mage Tower. The day-to-day management is the responsibility of a council of three intermediate mages of 5th rank or higher, one of whom is Dubois D'Erdo, a 7th-rank mage who is a friend of Baron Stewart. When they arrived at the door of Master Dubois' room, there was fortunately no 'person in laboratory' sign, so Christine knocked gently.

I wait for his apology, fixing my gaze on his slightly reddened left cheek. When I get no response, I stomp past him. My heart feels heavy and I feel wronged. The nager still courses through my body but there’s also satisfaction. A relief that Clyde is not Zenith’s. The emotion, however, is soon overpowered by hurt and anger. ~~~~ [Unknown] The mage wolf is here. I giggle with giddiness at the prospect of what’s in store for these endless dragons. The dragon king is the dumbest of them all, and the most unfortunate one as well.

That had been about three nights ago. Now my hands were steadier, I knew it was either I was careful and confident or Damon got the consequences. I uncorked the vial, and tipped out exactly three drops of the weirdly smelling brew, and then I pressed them gently along the black veins running up Damon’s forearm. He didn’t flinch, didn’t even twitch in pain. He just watched me with those steady eyes that made my heart beat faster and warmth fill my cheeks. “That’s good,” the mage muttered, satisfied. “You’re learning really fast, you should consider learning a bit of alchemy healing. It comes in handy all the time.”

Daemon tossed me a blood bag. “What do I do with this?” “What else? Have a drink. It will help you heal faster.” “So now you are going to pretend like you care?” “No, I don’t, but for as long as I need you by my side, I need you alive and… healthy.” “Yet you go ahead and drink my blood.” “You were being stubborn; you left me with no choice.” “I’m not drinking this.” I said to him, “Oh, you are.” He snatched the blood bag from my hand and pulled the cap open; he was going to force me into drinking this.

What happens next makes my blood run cold. Dom's fist—a blow that could shatter stone, that has ended countless battles in a single strike—collides with Caedrim's hand. And the Dark Mage doesn't just block it. He catches it. Holds it. His feet don't slide back even an inch. His expression doesn't change. He stands there as steady and effortless as a mountain, absorbing the full force of Dom's attack like it's nothing. He swiftly sends a punch to Dom’s abdomen but Dom also effortlessly grabs it. This is the first person I've ever seen who can not only take Dom's power without getting hurt, but actually counter it. The realization hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest.

The strike he throws is a Hermetic offensive ward, the compressed energy type that the Order uses in facility security, and it is aimed at the chamber and it hits me instead because I turn my body between the strike and the chamber and the hit lands across my left side, which is the specific searing quality of Hermetic offensive energy, and it burns through the left side of my ribs and into the muscle beneath and I feel the damage as information rather than sensation in the first seconds, which is how the body manages large damage in the moment of it, which is by giving you the time you need to act before it gives you the pain. I hold the chamber. "You're safe," I say, to Lucia, to the chamb