Mage's Blood Mga Nobela at Kwento

He, my father, ended up discovering the mages' only weakness, which is their blood. You stab a mage in the heart with a dagger full of their blood, then magic dies. So technically, killing is even harder than discovering them. Yet, it is indeed kind of scary. I mean, imagine knowing that you are carrying the weapon of your death with you. That makes life harder than it seems. You would be paranoid about anyone who tries to get closer to you. How was it even possible for those poor creatures to fall in love, to socialize while knowing that anyone who tries physically or emotionally to get near you could only be trying to harm you?

I kneel and reach for the spell and my breath catches. It slips. Not breaks. Slips. It pulls toward something else like a compass gone wrong. “No,” I whisper and push harder and the magic resists me like it never has. My hands shake and the truth settles heavy and cold in my gut. This is not time. This is not decay. This is reaction. And there is only one reason magic reacts like this. I pull back slowly and stare at her sleeping face and my heart starts to pound. Because if Eli Blackwood is the reason this spell is failing, then there is only one explanation. And I am already too late.

Alpha Magus rushes towards us, and he pushes me behind him, and for a second, that single act makes me think, maybe he actually doesn’t want me dead, before I shake the stupid hopeful thought off my head. He wants the same thing; he’s only… nourishing me, for healthier blood. Lucky him, I’m type golden blood.

“If you come to stir fear, you’ve wasted your time. Say what you came to say and go.” Magnus smiled again, it was slow, deliberate. “Oh, I didn’t come for fear. I came for her blood.” Kael snarled, his aura flaring so hard the ground trembled. “You’ll die before you touch her.” Magnus didn’t flinch. “Relax, Alpha. Not all blood is spilled in battle. Some are shared willingly.” His gaze lingered on me. “You carry the Moon’s mark, girl. The same one that once belonged to my mate. Tell me… has it burned yet?”

My agony only made his pack more excited, like they were watching a funny sitcom. Magnus crouched down to his warriors, pouring my blood on their wounds, and instantly they healed up. The pack gasped in shock, while Magnus turned to look at me, almost amazed. If my blood still had its healing powers, why wasn't I healing? Why was I still stuck with these wounds? My thoughts were cut short because Magnus stabbed me again and fetched more of my blood. He poured it on his own wounds, and just like his warriors, he healed instantly. A sinister smile spread across his face.

She settled her bag on the floor, brought out white chalks mixed with grey herbs while conducting her blood magic. “I will need a drop of blood from either of their Majesties,” she said, drawing a small blade from her side. “Take mine,” I responded, stretching out my hand towards her. “Do everything in your power to save her.” The knife sliced through my palm, blood trickling down as she took a vial and fetched it, sprinkling it all over Maera's body, reciting ancient words I couldn't understand, most of which meant nothing. Seconds after Largatha was done, Maera took a deep breath, releasing the moonstone from her hands.

I watched as Alice turned to Maggie, her sharp eyes brimming with something akin to approval. "You know, even though you aren't eighteen yet, I have to admit, I'm impressed," she said, her voice steady but laced with a rare warmth. "The way you wield your magic, the precision, the control... it's remarkable. No doubt it comes from your fae blood. It’s in your nature to command it." She crossed her arms, as if sizing Maggie up once more, but this time, there was no skepticism, only recognition.

Unlike dragons, wolves were not immune to magic. Just then, the Mage stumbled as she reached the golden stool of the master of the temple, coughing up blood. Taking advantage of the witches' distraction, Y took his precious hostage and ran with the rest of his army, since they couldn't fight with their wolves unable to transform. The betrayal Waai had seen coming, just not so soon. He was expecting to end the Mage after she had taken care of Dom and his dragon, but she took the step too early.

“I know it is tough to believe since there are no written records, especially after The War where mages were killed and the Mage Queen gave up her life. Manuscripts and scrolls were burned to ashes, but you can ask Mage Elias, he might have answers. However, he is very young, and this phenomenon happened before the mages were treated like dirt as I have already mentioned.” I let out a shuddering breath. It might have happened like 2000 years ago probably and I had no way of countering whatever she just said. Madame Xiuying and the mage wolf lady were mates? Not that I am opposed to it but why would the mage wolf be killed? Or what the hell happened for her to get killed, causing Madame’s dea

“Woman, don’t get excited too early. I just spat a few mouthfuls of blood, didn’t I? I have high blood volume, don’t worry. You women shed much more blood than me every month! Oh, I’m sorry, you probably have an early menopause, so you wouldn’t know what it’s like.” Margaret was startled and shocked. She was already all wounded and bleeding, how could this kid be fine all of a sudden? This blood energy and aura could not be disguised. He really did recover from his injuries. “Alright, let’s see how many more attacks of mine you can take. I don’t believe I can’t kill you.” The next second, Margaret activated the Dance of the Heavenly Demon. The demonic shadow appeared behind her again. The de