Mage's Blood Novels & Stories

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

" Wow, it is... beautiful," Micage smiled then nodded, his little chubby fingers running along the drawing, it was a castle, small but beautiful, the background shades of black while at a corner a red moon stood there, little stars surrounded it, Micage had drawn it in a way that he had the stars sparkled. He inspected his drawing, thinking of what he could add to it. While the boys grew silent, their eyes simply fixed on the drawing, a servant entered. Her echoing steps gripped the boy's attention. She was young, almost sixteen, a new servant that had been assigned to them a few months back. She entered, holding a tray of their meal. After placing the meal down, she motioned them to come ov

The thick, coppery smell of blood filled the air. A figure, covered in blood, stumbled through the doorway. Julian. His silver hair was matted with blood, his face a mess of gruesome cuts. But the most terrifying part was his eyes. Those once proud, crimson eyes were now filled with a twisted, manic light. "Maggie!" he snarled, his voice a raw rasp. "You can't bond with him! You are mine!" He was dragging something behind him. When I saw what it was, I gasped.

He can rip out my organs, skin me, tear open my body, crush my skull, I will not be killing my family. Go ahead Mage, fuck with me all you want, you're inside my head, my soul, my body; I am sure you know very well, that my family is the most precio-Ghaaa!. The wind was knocked out of my lungs, it feel like a really really strong guy just punched as hard as he could in my diaphragm, I gasped and coughed until finally getting a decent breath of air. Mage emerges out of me, and looks at me, his glowing yellow eyes staring right into my soul."Cut the crap Dawn, you will do as I say"

“There is always a first time for everything.” Cathy took a sip of the blood noting how it tasted different on her tongue. It wasn’t as metallic as it tasted when she hunted in the wild. It tasted salty… delicious. Her mouth watered for more. But before she indulged in more blood she looked up at Maggie. “Doesn’t it bother you?” “What?” Maggie asked with a tilt of her head. “The blood. I know your kind as Ptakkagaris never had to hunt like we did…” “It doesn’t make us less animals than you are. I’m fine with the sight of blood. But I am worried and it’s not for the reasons you think…”

"Essentially," the vampire began to explain, running his claws through his silky black hair and shifting in his seat a bit to get more comfortable. No doubt, we'd be here for a long time. "My bloodline is mixed with mages of old. Something passed down from generation to generation is extremely potent magic, much more powerful than vampires typically have access to."

Drawn by the aroma of his kresnik blood, Clancy bit and drained. The mage was perplexed, he spat out blood from his mouth and a tooth fell out. He was angry, so angry for looking another tooth. As an old mage, he has almost lose his entire teeth. He took to his feet and raised his arm upward forcing from behind Kudlak a wraith to rise.

She snapped her fingers again, and a suited man walked toward her with a bowl, while the first two pulled the man away. She opened the bowl and revealed the content inside, it was filled with blood. “Drink up…you will need your strength for what you are about to do.” She said to him and fed him the blood while he drank in small sips before it turned into large gulps.