Mage's Blood Novels & Stories

“That might even be corrupted.” “It’s not,” Luna spoke as she kneeled to check the boar. “The blood is pure red … it’s a lot darker when corrupted.” “You might want to take it now … while it’s still untouched,” the mage turned around, as if he had sensed something behind. Kael furrowed his eyebrows, and could also feel the movement underground. “Would you mind?” Kael turned to the mage, giving him a questioning look. “Can you not fight?” “You just saw it … I have used up all my alar,” the mage replied.

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?"

She opened it and was shocked to see two old women in an ancient apparel. "Sharon we got some grand mummies here." Maggie said. One of the women snapped her finger and a force threw Maggie away causing her to crash on the table scattering it to pieces. "What do i have with you women?" Maggie said staggering to her feet. The other woman clinched her fist and Maggie couldn't breath as she felt an invisible hand choking her. She Dropped to her knees coughing out blood. "Respect the elders of magic." One of the woman said.

“The Mages made a blood pact with me and Tau,’ Jonathan continued. ‘And this week, Violet will visit the city for you and would make a blood pact with you as well. They are that sincere about helping you, Katerina.’ ‘Blood pacts?’ Zachary once told me about Mages and said that like the Vampires, Mages value blood pacts the same way they value their lives. If the Mages were to break the blood pact, they would die. It was that extreme. ‘Why would Mages do that for me and my daughter?’

After all, holy blood is useful for a mage like him. "Yes..yes... Alright."

They didn’t hesitate. The first one came fast, too fast for human, but his speed was wrong—jagged where a wolf’s was fluid, all teeth of motion without the grace. Half-turned. Broken magic. *Witch-blood.* He swung the torch like a club and the smoke hit Kaelira like frostbite. She reared back, gagging. Another stepped in with a silver knife low to the ground to hamstring her. She went high.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

She poured salt across the windows, carved symbols into the door. She really was strange. But it felt like she knew something. “What are you doing?” I asked, still weak. “They’ll come for them,” Mags whispered. “The moment their cries echoed through the trees, every beast nearby would’ve felt the power in them. They’re not just wolves, Selena. They’re born of Alpha blood. Royal blood.” I tightened my grip on them. “Eric…” “The father?” she cut me off. I nodded. Fear coursing through my veins

Cade hadn’t left my side, his grip firm on my hand as if anchoring me. Then she entered, the mage. The same woman who had examined me before, her presence heavy, eyes burning with secrets she had carried too long. She studied me in silence for a long moment, her ancient gaze sweeping from the locket on my chest to the faint violet sparks still licking at my fingertips. The air thickened, as if even the walls were holding their breath. Finally, she spoke. “It has surfaced,” the mage said, voice like steel wrapped in smoke. “The blood you’ve been carrying all your life, child. The blood your wolf fought to bury.”