Gun Mage Novels & Stories

I was wrong. I struggled to snap out of the depression my heartbreak had sent me spiraling into thanks to that silly little game. Drake's cruel words calling me a silly little girl still hurt for months but that was nothing compared to the pain that awaited me six months later. Wolves are strong and live much longer than humans usually, but a group of rogues attacked our pack and all the adults fought just as they were trained to do. My mom was among those fighting. She was strong and came from an alpha bloodline, not just any bloodline but a particularly strong and old alpha line from Italy. She was one of our fiercest warriors and as such she was on the front lines of battle. There were to

Suddenly, I feel a sharp twinge of jealousy. “You’re our enemy. She’ll never accept you!” Fluidly, Liam shifts into his wolf form and charges straight at me. Beta Brooks tries to step between us to block me, but he’s quickly knocked aside by Liam in his rage. With a fierce battle cry, Eclipse warriors charge into the fight, swinging and snapping at Blood Moon and Darkfang warriors with a fury.

His love for her was becoming weaponized anger that would destroy anything threatening his mate's existence. Siege engines kept up their pounding as mortal units covered for supernatural action that was dictating the battle's true outcome. Rocks struck walls that absorbed the force without showing signs of wear, as corrupt defenders poured from breaches that appeared to open faster than cannon could shut them. Chief Garran's climbers formed protection squares that soaked up corrupted charges as Marcus cleared a path to the castle main gate. His alpha power flowed through blade that sliced through enemies like shears through hay, each stroke guided by tactical skill honed by mate bond connect

I flexed my fingers and as expected, they glowed. The taller man reached for me with one hand holding on to his weapon. I rolled away from his reach. ‘We shouldn’t be playing games with guns in our faces,’ my wolf reminded me. I had no chance bringing down a Bane warrior. They were trained with weapons and were the slickest and fastest warriors as they were the slimmest. I could not outrun them and I could not hope to throw even the smaller man. They had guns trained on me. They had the advantage but I’d be the first person they ever encountered with magic.

I had to very carefully sense my magic energy because the amount couldn't be seen in my status. After evolving them I went to Jade as well as Wull. They were beside Oyen and in front of the Dwarves. "So, why are you here!?" I crouched down and lifted Wull's chin that was looking down. "I have made up my mind to become Your Majesty's subordinate, I have also made the prototype of the requested weapon." Wull opened the weapons backpack that he laid beside him. A sniper type firearm called the Acurate International Magnum or better known as AWM.

He didn't say I couldn't cheat. As I turn away from him I unbuckle the front of my top. I don't have time to draw the leather completely down, so I must wait until he gives me another opportunity. The next time, the entire piece comes undone and dangles from around my neck, my breasts hanging free. I can feel that it wouldn't be comfortable to fight like this, but it serves a purpose. Laryn drops his guard and I bring my weapon down. I pull it back at the last second. "You are a dead, dragon," I say with a huge grin.

My tongue felt heavy while the taste of that copper-honey blood coated the back of my throat, ensuring I didn't feel like the girl who had been crying in the silk sheets an hour ago. The warrior across from me stopped laughing. He was a Gamma, his frame thick with the kind of muscle that only comes from decades of guarding the border, and as he shifted his weight to grind his boots into the sand, he looked at me and then at the sword Duke had handed me before I walked out here. "Let me be direct with you, human," the warrior said, tightening his grip on his own blade until the leather wrap creaked under his palm. "I will be soft on you, because I don't want to damage the skin before the Alph

War drums echoed across the compound as Bloodfang forces emerged from the forest like a tide of shadow and steel. From the walls, I could see Kael's banners streaming in the wind that preceded the coming storm crimson cloth marked with the snarling wolf head that had once been my own symbol. "Three hundred warriors, just as the scouts reported," Marcus observed grimly, lowering his spyglass. "Plus siege equipment and what looks like a full complement of battle-mages." Battle-mages. Wolves trained to channel raw pack energy into destructive force. They couldn't match the individual power of an Eclipse Covenant heir, but working together they could level entire sections of wall.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Right Before Mane Summoned Gungnir A few minutes before Mane summoned Gungnir, he felt his energy breakthrough into the 2nd stage of the Earth Realm. And with the breakthrough, came a pleasant surprise. It was a glow, an ability he had never heard of before or seen; yet he felt it was familiar. Mane had glows that were passed on directly to him from his father or mother, and others that came from ancestors who had long perished. Endless Wave and Brimstone for instance, were from his father. His mother offered him Takeover. Glows like Basileus and Absolute Darkness were linked to wielders long gone. But Gungnir felt different. It felt like the spirit of a weapon, incomplete yet extremely powe