Lightning Mage Novels & Stories

Remy flew—horse-sized coyote tumbling through the air like a rag doll. He hit the guardrail. Metal bent. No. Something inside me snapped. Not anger. Not fear. Clarity. Vampire blood in my veins—Julian’s binding—ignited. Light and Shadow magic twisted, folded, unraveled into something else. Lightning. Pure. White. Off-grid. It poured from my palms like liquid sunrise. Four-point spirals spun in the air—not shadow, not ice, but blades of dawn and pure Lightning. I moved. Not vampire speed.

“No,” said Ilyria, “It’s a mistake. You must be wrong.” The ascetic shook her head. “Think about it, Ilyria. You will know the truth yourself.” Ilyria remembered the Princess’s enchantment. Walking along the cold cave, dripping with condensation, the markings hewn into the walks gleaming with ancient silver, the story that could only be understood when looking away from the sigils, and at the center, two beings. A Magos and a Lightning Bird.

He said as his tiny fist shook from intense hatred. The mage clicked his tongue in annoyance, "This kid had the guts, huh? Let's see where this guts of yours could take you." He said as he grabbed the boy's thin arms. "I said don't come near me!" The moment the boy shouted, a huge amount of mana exploded and surrounded his thin and frail body. He now stood while he glared with hatred at the five mages who were now a hundred steps away from him as they were caught in the explosion of mana. The mage who grabbed the boy's arm screamed as his hand had burnt with golden flames. He tried so hard to use his mana to dispel the flames but unfortunately, it was all for naught. Moreover, he discovered

BLAST! Lightning flashed fiercely, striking the pack of Grim Reapers that circled the Mana Tree with flashing lights. However, there was no significant damage to the demon entourage. The lightning energy was absorbed into the Grim Reaper's body. The demon troupe was completely unharmed by the Sky Dragon Spirit's lightning strike, Zergenth. On the other hand, the bodies of the Grim Reapers group were getting bigger as they absorbed magic energy.

No doubt that I was crying. ‘How?’ I said helplessly. ‘You are the mage wolf, and you know what our power is? It is the combination of being elemental power of a mage and the strength of a wolf. What is your element?’ Lativia asked calmly. ‘Wa-water,’ I stuttered while outwardly I tried to get out of the array. How did these things work? ‘And?’ She asked. ‘Don’t just interrogate me. Tell me what to do,’ I said angry and desperate.

Lana said as she crosses her arm across her chest, “You saved me, remember? The shield that you created saved me.” “Well, I guess I have some use,” I replied without hiding the disappointment in my voice. “The truth is,” Lana started to say, “You are so powerful, I mean I can feel how powerful you are. But it seems like your powers are inside a time-locked case. I tried to open them, but I can’t, that is the reason why I can’t determine the kind of mage you are. For now, you have the power to move things and create shields. For your attack, the light you have are like lightning. But instead of electrocuting the person that it hits, they turn into ash.”

Thorin grinned, he loved the battle sensation he was getting and he vowed to beat Rogue into the ground before subduing him; after all his brother would be livid if he killed the only person with power to kill an omnipotent being. “ROAR OF THE WILD DRAGON GOD RAIJIN” Thorin opened his mouth and discharged gigantic, concentrated bolts of lightning which ionized the air to replicate and become myriad in quantity and all rushing to Rogue.. The lightning took form of an eastern dragon with small two hands and it cleared everything in its way..

No evening birds sending their eerie calls into the failing light. No sign of life other than these vicious beasts. There were two mages working against their far greater numbers. It took me only a moment to realize that the mages were Hawk and Magus, the mages Warlord had helped escape the Guild under the condition they find and protect his sister and send him word. Hawk wielded a blue light that fed his power. Magus’ was green. But trying to determine who they were actually fighting against was impossible to pinpoint. There’s far too many wolves here to tell which are on which side.

Nick added. Madchen lowered her head in embarrassment, knowing everyone knew her deepest darkest secrets. “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Drago still had her face in her hands, “You survived, pure as the day you were born, stronger than you know. Somehow you shielded yourself, Madchen, tell me that isn’t magic, it may not be sparks flying from your fingers, but it is magic, nonetheless.” ‘My son is right,” Adriana agreed, “ I think you only needed love and encouragement to heal yourself the other night.”

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "