Mage's Blood Novels & Stories

I asked. "The Blood Moon Crystal is ancient," he said. "Older than any of the packs, older than the current bloodlines. The legends around it are not consistent, different sources say different things, but the one thing they all agree on is that it amplifies what is already present." He leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his knees. "In a wolf with ordinary strength it would do very little. In someone carrying something exceptional, something rare, it would unlock that thing completely." I thought about what Riven had told me in the cell. The red light filling the room. Seraphis rising inside me like something surfacing from deep water.

My chest heaved as the burning magic surged violently through me. The swirling strands suddenly snapped outward. Lyria cried out as the blood ripped free from her skin, slicing across her arm like a whip. She collapsed to her knees with a scream, one hand over the gaping cut now there. The crimson threads splattered across the ground. No one moved. No one spoke. They stared at me like I had become something else entirely. Something monstrous. Then one of the mages stumbled backward in horror. “She’s controlling blood.” Another voice trembled. “That’s forbidden magic.”

Maggie, driven by fierce mother's love and desperation, threw herself through the barrier. The dark magic burned her skin like acid, but she kept going. "Get out of my daughter!" Maggie howled, reaching for the ruby. Belinda struck back hard, sending a spike of dark energy through Maggie's chest. Blood splattered across Xenia's face as Maggie fell, but her fingers grabbed the ruby pendant. The crack that formed in the gem sent shockwaves through the room. Belinda screamed, a sound so terrible it shattered every wine glass within fifty feet. "You fool!" the witch shrieked, her control over Xenia's body weakening. "You've ruined everything!"

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

"Demon blood mixed with the rarest plants like balehae can do a lot of wonder in strength, now mixed with my blood and soon yours we have made a blood oath. After all magic runs in a Lycan's blood" "That's so fucked up", Micage could only gag wanting nothing more than the food he ate to come back out or not he look sorrowful for even thinking of wasting food still the urge was there. He was confused. Stuck in between. I acted all neutral, it was a regular occurrence in the assassin world, blood oath meant no turning back and it was unbreakable.

She kept on doing so until , the fruit bowl was half filled with her blood . The sight of so much blood with half of it splattered on the floor should have made her feel nauseated but she didn't feel sick at all . Instead the bowl of blood gave her a odd sort of satisfaction , this time she will definitely clean up the trash that has been rotting her master's excellent lineage . Marge dipped her finger in the bowl and started drawing a magic circle with her own blood , it was a long tedious work after all she had to draw it perfectly without a slightest bit of mistake , If she failed who knows what kind of back lash she will suffer .

And now, after the soul-bonding, they would be one. A cursed man with a cursed woman. They were perfect for each other, he thought hopelessly. When he had picked up the scroll, her blood was still seeping from her wound. He had panicked about not being able to halt the bleeding despite all the survival techniques he had learned, which included bandaging her hand, sucking on the wound, pressing on it and even his healing spells did not work because her injuries were inflicted on her by a magical weapon. Also, her face had turned horrendously pale. She had lost too much blood. At that juncture, he knew he had to do something, and recalling her bundle contained magical items. He prayed hard tha

Maggie instructed the maid who scurried away afterward. “Calm down Maeve. Nothing would happen to your baby. The spell she used is just beginning to take its effect. If I do something now I can suppress,” Maggie said and guided me so I could lie down. Damien, Khal, Charlotte, and Alpha Zane came to meet us and when they saw blood trailing my legs, their eyes widened. “Is she going to be alright?” Alpha Zane asked unable to keep his cool. “I know what I have to do,” Maggie pecked me on my cheek and my brows creased.

"As soon as we can awaken your mage blood, then your training will not be that hard for you since you were a trained fighter who had been through a lot." "Awaken my mage blood?" Lanver was confused. He didn't know if he could ever be accustomed to the terms used in this world. "Yes. Right now we can only feel your presence as a human. Princess Anna must have sealed it to hide you. However, your blood as a mage must be so strong that it could resist Princess Anna's spell, that's why there were times, as you've noticed, when something weird were happening to you." "Why would you know what was happening to me back there?"