Magic Deepwoken Novels & Stories

Happy reading! 🖤 The waves of the blue ocean, entwined with the sky, as the sun came out, bouncing behind the dancing leaves of the huge oak tree, this was indeed a beautiful day in Monaserus and also a remarkable one as Darrell and the rest of the gang, including Prince Pontius set off, out of the royal palace of Menesia to look for the last piece of Darrell's quest and that is the crystal gem of light, this crystal is well known for awakening the dead, why should such an item be included in Darrell's quest, does it mean that someone will die? well in the journey of life, death is inevitable, but there are still people who are worth saving;

My vision clearing, I came to an ornate onyx gate, carved with symbols of dragons and snakes. A dripping creature stepped out of the shadows to the left of the gate. It was skeletal as if it had decayed, but only on one side. The other side was some sort of scaly creature with two heads. The stench was of vinegar and sulfuric eggs. It was enough to make me gag. Its eyes were hollowed out, one barely dangling by the optic nerves. Organs were partially visible only because the intestines were dragging behind it. It opened it mouths and I could see jagged and yellowed teeth, a snake's tongue flicking out as it spoke. "Only defeating myself and my army grants access."

Draven, his eyes burning with hatred, charged at them, his hands crackling with dark energy. As Draven lunged at them, his eyes burning with fury, Ethan braced himself, feeling the raw power of the bond between him and Lena surging within him. Just as Draven’s dark energy was about to collide with them, a deafening crack echoed through the chamber. Just as Draven's dull energy was around to collide with them, a stunning split resounded through the chamber. The earth underneath them gave way wide open, uncovering a bottomless void, whirling with shadows and malicious energy.

As our voices rose in unison, the Heartstone's glow became blinding, casting away the dark vortexes and creating a protective shield around the gathered Meranthians. The barrier began to waver, cracks appearing as the Heartstone's power clashed with Dupree's dark magic. "No!" Dupree roared, trying to bolster his waning barrier. With one final push, the Heartstone released an explosion of light, shattering the barrier and sending Dupree sprawling backward, his dark magic extinguished. The path to the Sacred Temple lay open. As the light faded, the Meranthians erupted in cheers, their hope restored. Dupree, defeated and drained, glared at us. "This isn't over," he spat before disappearing into

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The ground split open in a ring around Kael, exposing molten light below. Kael dropped to his knees, pressing his palms to the ground. His blood hissed as it touched the soil, the runes drinking it greedily. The black veins along his arms blazed to life, tendrils of shadow rising from his skin. Aria called out his name, but he barely heard her. The Deep was awake now. It surged through him like a storm, flooding his senses with memories that weren’t his. He saw glimpses of cities swallowed whole, moons torn from the sky, wolves kneeling before something vast and unseen.

Thalia asked while turning face to me. “Sable said at the end of the book that he would go through the connection between Thaddeus and Draven in his next book.” I explained. “I have heard of Draven Darkmoon, it is said that he has never lost a battle. He is stronger than a hundred Alpha's combined, and he draws his strength from something called Death's Eclipse.” Thalia said with worry evident in her voice. “I truly hope that all Sable wrote was just to gain fame and that it wasn't true. If it ever turns out to be true I doubt that the SilverMoon Pack would escape his wrath.” She lamented.

Then he contacted him. “Bacchus.” Minotaur said. Bacchus put his hand on his earpiece to hear him clearer. “Yes?” “Black Dragon and his company are all awake. We can’t ambush them.” Minotaur reported. Yeah. And you already alerted them with your shot. Bacchus irritatingly thought. “Standby. Pegasus is telling Cupid to hack this f*cking electric fence!” Bacchus ordered Minotaur. “Copy.” Minotaur answered.

He sinisterly stared at the bloodstain on my dress, growling in Wolfish, "Damn it! I'd wasted so much time raising her, and now, she had to let me down at the most crucial point in time?" Still, he stood back up and folded his sleeves back, still speaking in Wolfish. "We'll let her rest for another week until all of her menstrual blood is clear. Then we will make our move when the moon is full. Her flesh will be even more nourishing for us, then." I'd played my cards right after all. These beasts were very particular about taste. Felix crouched again and picked me up from the ground rather harshly. Then, he began striding upstairs while still pretending to be gentlemanly with his words.

The violet light hits the crimson beam of the blood moon, creating a terrifying, pulsing vortex of dark magic directly above the altar. ​The moth-fae begin to chant. It is a horrible, high-pitched clicking and hissing that makes my ears physically bleed. The glade-vein begins to aggressively shake. The bedrock of the mountain groans in agony. ​Deep within the earth, something ancient, colossal, and completely starved begins to wake up.