Mage Tank Novels & Stories

" Aesthelia focused on sending the message telepathically as loud as she could. She tried visualizing the form she wanted them to take and, hopefully, it reached them. This time they followed her words and came forward in a circle position. The wolves who match the vampires' strength will serve as the tanks. They are durable when mages support them. "Elliot, now!" Aesthelia yelled, signaling the other mages to focus on concentrating on making mana armor to reduce the damage received by the wolves. The mages are fit as long-distance attackers. They are the ones who shouldn't be bothered while they are casting spells. Sure, they can't heal, but at least they can make a shield to protect others

“A Queen? Dad, I skate. I’m not some monster leader.” “You’re not a monster, Maya,” David said softly. He finally left the computer and cupped her face, hands slick with sweat but gentle. “Those creatures in the tanks—they’re waiting for a signal. If your heart rate hits 180, the signal goes out. You’ll trigger them. They’ll grow wings, armor up, finish their attack on the world.” Maya slid off the bed, ready for the stabbing pain in her leg, ready to collapse. But she didn’t. She stood tall—stronger than she’d ever felt. Her leg didn’t just feel healed, it felt like steel. She moved across the tent, graceful and unstoppable.

He was a tall, thin guy with red curly hair, glasses, and braces, and I immediately wondered why a mage wouldn’t just fix his teeth and his eyes, but then I remembered that I was there to answer questions, not ask them. Maggie came in with a cart full of glasses, ice, and a pitcher of water. She gave Mage Jaye a glass first, then me, and then Ben, before she asked the students if they would like any. All of them said no thank you except for the last guy who’d come in. Once Maggie was done, Mage Jaye cleared her throat, and I took a long swallow of water, glad to have something to sooth my throat. It was drier than I had realized.

Magma says as her panicked gaze meets mine. "I thought that's what they looked like. Even with their odd shape I would put you at about eight weeks. That's also odd because I know that you two haven't been together that long." She says looking at both our shocked expressions. "Amy chance your dragon can tell us what's going on here" she says to Magma. I watch as my mates expression blanks for a brief moment, but her dragon eyes don't appear. "Nope, I still cant wake her" she says in frustration after a few moments.

Heather rolled her eyes and glared at me. Tabitha, our house slave, entered the room carrying two trays filled with food and drinks. She is a Sigma, the lowest ranking wolf in the pack. They are all females eighteen and older who are unmated. Sigmas can’t have mates. They also don’t have wolves. They go into heat once a month, and every male in the vicinity of her goes nuts wanting to shag her. They are hated by everyone and forced to be pack slaves.

“Not alone.” The Blade Tower was not only unused, it was shunned. It retained some of the cold magic of the stone. Wards buzzed under our skin. We went through the first iron gate, then down thin little spiral stairs where the torches had gone out. Down on the bottom level, we came upon a hall of old weapons. And a door. Scorched with the same rune in the letter. Damien took a step and touched an engraved plaque with his hand. He flinched. “What is it?” I asked.

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.

It was enough to destroy the opponent's medallion. His third game had been against an orange-dressed Thundermage, which had been a tedious battle. Thundermages were immune to fire, and Firemages were immune to thunder. The result was a long-winded battle where direct magical attacks were not an option. Akana was forced to improvise, which he thanked the Diplomacy for having included as it normally wasn't his strong suit. Akana had directed a fireball just in front of the Thundermage's feet. The explosion sent the mage into the wall that surrounded the contestants. The damage had been moderately large as the medallion had been destroyed, and he had won his third victory.

Jase opens his mouth to protest, but the shock on his face ZANTE POV I didn’t have long to stop Maggie forgetting that we were her destined mates. I couldn’t have Jase own her forever. Another wave of pain rips through all three of us and I move Maggie’s hair out the way. Jase’s mark was throbbing on her neck but it was healing, I look between Kodan and Zev and they grip Maggie tighter. I hated the fact this was the way I was going to mark our mate.

Katrina explained. “Okay. That makes sense.” It made sense that they were using magic to be stronger. “Thales and I could have taken Iggy, Gastone, and maybe even Ivan in a three-on-two. Between August and me and Thales and Desmond, we could have won. Ivan would have been the hardest to bring down, but he’s a massive brick wall of a wolf.” I nodded.