Mage Tank Novels & Stories

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

If the arc failed, everyone would freeze. For three nights, the engineers worked in the dark, guided only by the violet glow of Audrey’s resonance. They built a "Magnetic Bottle" out of the salvaged armor of the Radiant Guard and the copper coils of the North. "When I trigger the arc, the pressure will double," Mara warned, her hand on the primary switch. "Mother, if the bronze-wood can't handle the expansion, we’re going to blow the bottom out of the city." "The wood is alive," Audrey said, closing her eyes. "It wants to survive as much as we do. It will bend."

The level four missiles hit the giant creature square on the abdomen and neck and exploded creating a blinding series of lights. “Give it everything you got! Empty it!” Freemont barked. Nerma and his colleges complied, sending rounds after rounds of level four missiles at it. “I’m out!” Nerma announced. The others were out too. As the series of blinding lights cleared off. A roar of triumph went up from their enemies, as the Graguantular advanced forward totally unaffected by the devastating blasts! . . . . . At her feet lay Eureka and Mahali bound in chains. Mirage Maja sneered at them (especially at Eureka), “Soon your precious New York will fall before my might! And I will over run yo

“Good. We’ll start easy.” There’s one person who doesn’t look thrilled. Her name is Mara. I think she must’ve joined after I left for the Nate Games. She’s the only other female here—tall, lean, with dark braids that swing behind her when she walks. Pretty, but cold. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s clear now. The way she barely answers when I speak. How she passes things to everyone else with a smile, but sets them down in front of me without meeting my eyes.

Someone said behind me and this time when I turned, my mother was there. "Mum?" Tears pricked my eyes as I approached her and tried to decipher if she was real or not. "You can't let the rogues get their hands on the vial no matter what Scar," she told me as she began to fade and I rushed towards her desperately. "Where is the vial? How am I meant to protect it when I don't even know where it is?" I asked but she had long disappeared by then and a sob raked through me at the same time pain spread through my chest and I clutched my chest with my hands as I fell to the floor on my knees.

It had been nine months since our agreements was finalised so, if I was going to organise an attack, I've had plenty of opportunity to be able to do it. "She wasn't his mate. Martin's mate died when he was in his late twenties, no one really knows what happened to her, but Blake's mother was merely a replacement and the only reason he married her was to make sure the children she produced were legitimate. He didn't want a bastard taking his title of Alpha when the time came," Jayson said without hesitation.

It was at least a kilometer away, but the vessel was indeed a steamboat with its paddles modified for marsh travel. “I know you smell the dead too Lieutenant, get the squad ready. I’ll prime the Gearbanes.” Likaya rushed to the lower storage space of their humble steamboat. Thornrat and Ragehog somewhat bristled at the presence of their master, the eyes of the two Gearbanes began to emit a small orange glow as Likaya primed the two machines’ ignition. As a Battle Mage, she didn’t need to manually prime the engines of the two war machines. She was already attuned to specific frequencies of the fire elementals that powered the Gearbanes. All she needed to do was to call on them, and in a short

he nodded and pulled me close and closed his eyes. Wait! The great Bane only wants to cuddle. "What? Do you want more than just cuddling?" He also reads minds too. I look at him confused. " Don't you talk to your wolf?" I shook my head. "I don't have a wolf, I have claws though" I showed him my claws. "Woah! Easy tiger, was not fighting yet" "So we communicate with our wolves in our minds to make you understand. we also talk to other wolves through the mind link"

In the center of Red Maple City, the towering Mage Tower stood at over two hundred meters, emanating terrifying magical energy fluctuations. With its energy supply drawn from the elemental pool, the Mage Tower could suppress legendary beings and was a crucial component of Red Maple City’s defense system. Surrounding the tower were concrete anti-aircraft towers etched with defensive runes. Anti-aircraft guns, laser emitters, particle beam weapons... various high-tech weapons were strategically distributed around the tower. If an enemy dared to breach the perimeter, they would be annihilated in an instant. Amidst these defensive structures stood the Lord's Manor of Red Maple City.

“So tight. So wet. Taking every inch like you were made for this.” Kaela couldn’t tell if she was chasing the next orgasm or trying to escape it. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him, dragging another deep groan from his chest. The climax built like a tidal wave—unstoppable, terrifying in its intensity. Without warning he sank his fangs back into the mark. The world detonated.