Mage's Blood Novels & Stories

Magnus slices his own palm open with the edge of the dagger and slams his bloody hand onto the base of the altar. Instantly, a surge of dark, crimson magic explodes out from the stone. The ground beneath my boots violently shakes, and a massive wall of glowing red blood magic erupts into the air around the altar. I try to leap over it, but the red energy slams straight into my chest like a solid wall of iron. The shockwave sends me flying backward through the air, my heavy boots sliding across the dirt as I barely catch my balance. A burning sensation flares across my skin where the barrier hit me.

As it is, no one could see him except, of course, me. All they could see is an hovering dragon. "Don't move, Megan." He ordered and I stopped. I was just few feet away from Mrs Spears and the mansion's entrance. "You don't need to try anything funny." I watched him control bricks with his other hand. Those bricks hit the workers that were running around the house. Dead bodies kept increase. The sight I hate most - "But too late, Sage." I half yelled as I ran towards Mrs Spears, pulled her down with me to dodge the charging bricks and we disappeared into the mansion. I released her from my grip and I noticed she had lost consciousness.

Alexi donated her blood, her blood is full of magic, maybe her blood would be the miracle needed to save there are mothers lives? My blood is flowing into both mothers, and they look so pale, but just for a second, I thought I saw color coming into their cheeks. I kept telling the doctors to keep taking my blood until I passed out while giving blood, my mind wanders in a dark mist. I see pillows and pillows of gray smoke. I think out loud what is this? I hear a beautiful soft voice of the Moon Goddess, "This is the valley of despair, where we go if we feel we have lost all hope. This is where you and your mates' mothers are. They need to feel hope, this world is eating them at their soul wil

Marble floors where blood was easily wiped away. Elena entered on Dante's arm, like a bride walking to the scaffold. Matteo, the elder, walked in front, confident, smiling. Luca flanked the rearguard with that calm of a rehabilitated psychopath. Alessia was already inside, waiting. In the main hall, the capos waited.

The silence stretches. I assume that's my answer, until he speaks, so quietly I barely catch it. “I remember some things.” “What kind of things?” “Mom crying a lot. And Mara being angry all the time. And Miles…” He trails off, his finger tracing one of the dark lines on the page. “Miles left and didn’t come back for a really long time.” My chest feels too tight but I force myself to keep breathing normally, keep my voice steady.

“Where did the blood come from?” She shakes her head. “It’s not what you think, MILO.” “It’s not?” “No.” “What is it, then?” She sighs again. “I don’t want to tell you,” she admits. “You’re scaring me.” She nods. “I was doing blood magic.” I freeze. “What?” “For the baby, MILO.” “Blood magic?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “You’re doing Moon Drinker magic?” “You know what WILDER taught us,” she says. “What makes it evil is that the Moon Drinkers use other people’s blood. I’m just using my own.”

Where he was, where I always felt him warm and constant like a candle flame, there's nothing now. Just void stretching endlessly. Cold and empty and fundamentally wrong. The sound that tears from my ruined throat isn't a scream or a howl. It's the sound of something breaking inside that can never be fixed, never be made whole again. But my body doesn't collapse like I expect. Doesn't weaken or fade. Instead, my birthmark doesn't just glow this time. It explodes with light that fills the entire chamber. Silver light, blinding and pure and ancient. The blood mage flies backward like he's been struck by lightning. He slams into the wall hard enough to crack stone and doesn't get up.

Hank held up his head high. Edmund squinted his eyes and curved his lips into an evil smile: "Sounds fun, maybe I'll try that." Buster shifted at Edmund's words, and Sarla also pulled out her wand, like the rest of the mages. The whole room was now under huge tension. "Do you really think you can leave if we don't allow it?" Hank sneered coldly, "With a deep wound and a girl unconscious in your arms?" They have ten high-level mages, and Edmund has only Buster and Sarla, with Lilith in his arms out cold. What was worst was that Edmund could feel his power draining from him. Many rituals use "blood of heart" because it was an important source of power.

“Mentally stable?” “Our ruling council lost their Mage representative because he bungled handling a cursed journal. Now he’s getting the mage version of medical help for it. I know the mage that is taking over his duties until he gets better. He also the leading authority on life/death magic. It’s also called blood magic, and just so you know, its practice in any form or under any name is outlawed. So, if we find that these assholes are still active, we need to back off and call in the mage exterminators.”

His blood had turned from golden to red, yet he could still stand up. "Magaera!" "Master Magaera!" Master Magaera was covered in blood. The Nine Heaven Emperor and the other soldiers' expressions changed. They exclaimed in unison! The Nine Heaven Emperor immediately ordered, "Quickly! Rescue Magaera." Even if they could not crack the Blood Sacrifice of Fiends formation, they could not let Master Magaera die like that. A few hundred soldiers immediately moved forward and pulled Master Magaera back into the protective shield. At that moment, his face was miserably pale. He was extremely weak.