Mag Warrior Novels & Stories

I guess that day was today. I were already wrapping up with my mates the plan for the next mission, when Alpha boomed through the link, “Your mate is in trouble. Packhouse. Now!” I ran like my life depended on it—because hers might. I shot a message through the mind link for another warrior to finish without me as I sprinted across the field, pushing every bit of speed my wolf could give me. He was just as frantic as I was.

I cower thinking of the one-time Max put her on his bike and took a picture of her, it lasted five seconds but apparently Rory had someone watching us for a long time. "Mr. Mahoney, I'm sure the picture looks bad, but the Nightmare Warriors are friends of mine. They are no part at all, a danger to my child. She loves them, they are like a bunch of uncles." I don't mention the relationship I have with their Road Captain, figured that small bit of information would be best left out.

"Ya, but soon Alpha Norman will be handing his position to his elder son, what is his name again, Rogan, No... Rayman.... I don't remember...so we need to meet him and get acquainted with him as well." With that he freed himself from me and went towards door "I may get late, bye.." tell me something new. I sat up straight in my bed, Wait a minute, did he say something about warrior mates getting captured by black devil? 'Relax nothing is happening, you will worry mate' Ara told me 'Ya but, what if he captures me, cause he will definitely want Vik by his side...and then..he will throw me in some dungeons and... and tie me up with silver chains and torture me to get Vik fight against his own p

The only thing I could make out from her outfit was that it was a warsuit. Just when she felt a presence in her room, she turned and saw me. I smiled weakly at her. It seems Sage's first attack did a great deal on me considering the fact that I never strengthened my power level after I got my powers back. "Megan?" Morgana gasped. She ran up to me. She pulled me into her embrace but instead of reciprocating the gesture, I collapsed into her hands. Everything went fuzzy at first. I could not see her face clearly before it all blacked out. TBC ... Pardon any mistake or incompetency guys.

Sometimes guys were weird. "Sorry." He shrugged his shoulders, trying to release some tension. "But wouldn't you love to find out who would win? A while ago I fought a Vaktare, and she nearly kicked my ass." "Really." Vaktare were like werecats and Locanis were werewolves. We studied them at the Seven Magics Academy. "It might be fun," I hedged. He laughed. "It's a thing Troy and I do. But, never mind, you're obviously distracted."

I shrugged and tried to read his expression. That’s what heroes do, kill the villains. “We never touched your tribe,” I nodded with his statement. “I am used to that line of your kind.” He stands up and whistled. With that whistle, his werewolf friends who are here in this cell earlier appeared. “Treat this human what she truly deserves,” he arrogantly said and left. They nodded and looked at me with their best smiles. One of them entered the cell holding a big bucket filled with water. The other one gets something behind his pants and it is a cat o’ nine tails. Cat o’ nine tails are used as a punishment for disobeying an order or discipline, these maggots don’t know a thing.

My eyes lock onto the detonator in his hand, my mind racing through every alchemical and magical disarming technique I learned in the archives, searching for a way to sever the wireless trigger before it's too late. But before our despair can turn into final defeat, a sudden, dark streak drops from the upper shadows of the keep's slate roof, moving with breathtaking speed and absolute, unyielding fury. Before Gidheon can press the button, a sleek brown wolf, my sister Maggie leaps from the high roof above, her jaws clamping down on his wrist with a ferocious snap.

Immediately after, he stepped on the sword and rode on it, as it shot toward Tyr’s side at an extremely fast speed. “Mr. Zabinsky, please withdraw the formation!” the old man requested loudly. Jim subconsciously stared at the source of the voice. He instantly recognized this man and he called out to him, “Master Magus!” Jim was a little stunned by Magus’ appearance. As the new Lord of the Red Tower of Dragun Squad, he understood which almighty Demigod was watching over the organization these days. Along with Maxime, Spartacus, and Legolas, who guarded the border, Magus was another Almighty Demigod in the squad.

The numbers of Mage were quite short actually, probably almost to the point of useless even, but 10 Grand Wizard is sufficient enough also, as a Grand Magus of Tier 6, the old man is quite good actually. He’s a living legend so to said, famous a few hundred years back for participating in a lot of wars. But this sight from Institute of Artemesia is understandable, after all, they were not actually a country, but rather just a large private school that has it’s own land, most of the time they were neutral. But everyone can see that the time has changed, eventually they have to picked a side, since then they have chosen to side with the First World Alliance, hence they have to keep their parts

There were close to 20,000 fiend race warriors around the formation, constantly shooting arrows. Master Magaera waved the saber in his hands as he tried to stop the constant incoming arrows. His tall figure was wobbly. He had almost depleted his fair soul power, yet he still gritted his teeth and held on to the very end. "Magaera!" Archfiend Antigonus looked amused. He said calmly, "No wonder you're the Imperial Sky Palace's guardian. You're courageous! It's a pity to kill you off just like that. Why don't you swear your allegiance to me, and I'll spare you your life? How about that?"