Magic Deepwoken Novels & Stories

So that’s how it works. Our problem now is how to take down that tower and save those souls they abducted. I heaved a deep sigh. I closed my eyes and held my celestial weapon firmly. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Thousands Dark Knights!” I uttered, releasing a myriad of my dark warriors, though, it is slowly consuming my mana. A big black magic circle materialized just above the tower then thousands of soldiers wearing heavy armors and riding on black Pegasus rained from the sky. I ordered them to help my comrades destroy the tower. They followed me immediately and charged to the gigantic building. The whole place was filled with the defeaning sound of collision of swords and metals.

The Verdant Hollow’s core hums beneath my feet, a subterranean chamber where golden-green energy threads converge into a pulsing nexus, the sanctuary’s heart. The air is thick with primal magic, stirring my crescent mark into a steady burn. I move cautiously, my new sight scanning for the keystone the mysterious lunar-eyed figure warned me about—a relic Voren planted to drain the Hollow’s wards. The whisper from the Lunar Well chamber, The bridge will break, echoes in my mind, urging me forward despite the gnawing suspicion that I’m walking into a trap.

After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, born near the ruins, may carry a seed of the old darkness.

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.

"But even the strongest have their weaknesses." He pressed the blade to his palm and sliced it open without hesitation. Blood welled up, dark and thick, dripping onto the cracked stone beneath his feet. The runes on the dagger flared to life, and a low hum filled the air as the ancient magic awakened. Drevon raised his bleeding hand toward the golem, his voice rising in a chant that seemed to make the very air vibrate. The words were older than the ruins themselves, a language forgotten by all but the most devoted practitioners of the dark arts. The blood on his hand twisted and writhed as if alive, forming intricate patterns in the air before shooting toward the golem like a crimson spear.

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;

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

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.