Mag Warrior Novels & Stories

"The man is former special forces, and he gets hammered by a local thug? Doesn't seem too badass to me." I smiled. "Well, he's gotten fat and lazy since I became his cash cow. Which works all the better for our mission." Mags slapped her palms against each other and rubbed them together. "Finally. I've been getting old and grumpy waiting for some action." We all laughed. There was nothing about Mags that was old or grumpy. Even when she didn't have her morning coffee, she wasn't awful. A bit snippier, sure. But who wasn't these days without that first bit of caffeine infusion?

“You’ve spoken about Dennis Howard before and I know about it. However, I hope that you will still avenge me. After all, he hit me in front of you, I refuse to accept this.” “That will have to wait!” Magnus’s face darkened. “Another King of War is coming today and he’s a well known six-star King of War. Dennis was his subordinate when they were in the army. Do you think he’d let it go if I did anything to Dennis today?” “Six-star King of War? Who?” Quil took a deep breath after hearing this. Middle Province was full of talents and there were quite a few King of Wars that had returned this time. “Quin Hayes, he’s a very powerful guy and is extremely skilled in combat. Hence, I’m doing this be

I whispered. "It was." Damien's eyes travelled to meet mine. "Anyway, how I came about as being half-warlock and half-werewolf, is not so complicated. My great grandmother was a part of the Wiccan community years before she came into her powers. She never knew she was a witch. My grandfather didn't care either. He was from a pack of werewolves from an old bloodline that went back centuries ago. Sure the war between the Witch and Werewolf back then was worse but he still accepted her for who she was." I glanced away, thinking of Hunt and seeing the anger on his face. Deep down, my insides ached to be next to him, but he didn't want me right next to him anymore.

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.

she could do that she had not even a strand of an idea on how she got to learn them. Her mother, then Luna, had taught her that pattern. For some people, their healing was just too fast. Some powerful werewolves that existed in history were known to heal with immediate effect. One legend had it that there was an alpha whose healing ability was unmatched by any that has existed so far. It was a thing of doubt, though. But it was said that he was once stabbed with a dagger that cut very deep into his body. And while the stabber still had the dagger in his body, his tissues began to come together, almost sealing off the dagger. It was a legend. Many people did not believe it to be true. Why? B

The door banged open to reveal a desperately worried Alastair, he rushed to Alexis who clutched her face in shock. “What the matter? What’s going on?!” He shouted at her, Roger informed him. “Miss Mage seems to have lost her sight in the battle. Her healing is going nothing to help”, he gravely spoke. Alastair’s eyes widened. “Is that true Alexis? Can you not see?” He asked, relief flooded his body. ‘Thank god it’s something I can fix’.

He had been watching the fight the whole time. "You! you–you did this. you're to blame for this. You bastard! Tell me, what did I ever do to you to deserve this! Uh? Tell your Avatar to please let me go! I agree I'm not the real God OF War, It's you, You're the Original God of War! Please whatever you want, just let me go!." Nri Magu had finally become crazy from fear and desperation. He was cursing, begging, and crying at the same time. At this point, one would hardly believe that he was an actual god that could make the sky rumble and shatter the earth with a blow.

and “wolf “ do not go together in the same creature, but then, here was Maggie. She nodded, “yes. I am a seer, soothsayer, whatever word you may like to call it. I read people’s fortunes just by reading what is written on the palm of their hand. When I was born with these powers, my father always warned me to keep them away from the rest of the world. Back when I lived in the silver pack, at times, I would get carried away and reveal my powers to a group of people, my father would always be there to control things because he was a soldier.”

Did he intend to fight the enemy barehanded, in the face of Alex who was wielding a weapon? It was reasonable. After all, the cultivation realm difference between the two people was huge and so did their levels. Maguire was the son of a God King, so killing a young aborigine should be a walk in the park. When Alex severed Maguire's neck with his sword, Maguire was still motionless. Meanwhile, the crowd thought Maguire’s was so high that he did not spare Alex’s attack a glance and did not fear Alex severing his neck with a sword.