Mage's Blood Novels & Stories

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?’

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.”

I never expected it to do more. “Why now?” Dagen demands. I meet his eyes finally. “Because if I didn’t… she would’ve killed me. Because you demanded I fucking fight and something, somewhere inside of me snapped and did what you asked!” Silence falls again. Dagen doesn’t look away, but something in his gaze shifts. Not anger. Not disgust. Something more dangerous. Curiosity. Calculation. “Magic like that,” Rael says, choosing his words carefully, “doesn’t just appear. It’s blood-bound. Lineage. Ancestral.”

I brushed off the dust from the front of my dress and walked as confidently as I could to her, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the hedgehog Magi. With movement like a flash of lightning. The Magi’s fingernails darkened and elongated and before I could process what was happening, she plunged her black claws into my chest. I felt her grip around my heart. My eyes widened in horror at the sheer pain that seized my body. From the corner of my eyes, I could see my mother calmly standing there, hands clasped in front of her. Why wasn’t we trying to save me. The Magi grabbed me by my chin and stared into my eyes. I felt like she was peeking into my soul. I felt the metallic taste of blood in

She fell to her knees with a loud thud and collapsed on the ground. Mother lifted her head and watched him straight into her eyes. I have heard my mother roaring a strange, foreign and mystic invocation: “Invoco majores meos ut des sanguinem et magica meum in sanguinem meum. Maioris mei voco ut darem heres meam potentia meam cum stillicidium sanguinis mei novissimum effusus fuerit.” He decapitated her by the swift severing of her head from her body with his claws. Her corpse fell, lifeless, and her blood started to soak the earth surrounding it, whilst shadows engulfing her during the fight began to evaporate from her body in the thick air, darkening the night and entwining with the late-nig

She was the oldest member of our pack, old enough to remember when Alpha James and Luna Catherine were still alive. "Sage," Beta Marcus said respectfully, though I could hear the irritation in his voice. "We weren't expecting you." "I felt the magical disturbance from here," she said, studying Thelma with knowing eyes. "Blood magic gone wrong. Very dangerous. Very painful." "Can you help her?" I asked urgently. Sage moved closer, placing one gnarled hand on Thelma's forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment, and I saw her lips moving in some kind of silent chant.