Magic Deepwoken Novels & Stories

He laughed and moved away when he heard Mars' sulky voice, and before she asked why he was laughing, she furrowed her eyebrows as she suddenly felt his anger. " Alpha Zen," Marcus uttered to put all his focus on him " Just like you said, we found a big underground warehouse that we can't touch the door because black magic has been practiced on it and it might kill us while we can hear voices from below. What do we do now?" Is there anything dearer than the soul?? Yes..you! I chose you to adore you and love you more than my soul and myself "my alpha" 'I'm not the most powerful person a god has ever created... but I'm strong enough to make you shiver at the mention of my name'

Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there. “We have healing powers,” the familiar voice said.

"What about the Deep? The cavern where I trained. It is isolated, defensible, and already set up for handling unstable power." "The Deep is also dark and depressing. Not exactly welcoming for people who have spent their lives in hiding." "Then we make it better. Bring in light crystals. Create living spaces. Turn it from a training ground into a sanctuary." I pulled back to look at him. "It could work, Draven. It could actually work."

In the Glade of Broken Oaks, a child was born with black vines etched into her skin, pulsing with a rhythm no healer could match. A stone obelisk rose overnight near a sacred wellspring—twenty feet tall, covered in writhing symbols that bled when touched. In Frosthowl territory, a patrol went missing. All that returned was a wolf pelt, twisted into a humanoid shape. Elder Marwen gathered the council. “It’s spreading,” she warned. “The Deep Root is feeding on fear. On doubt. On death. The more blood it tastes, the faster it wakes.” Kael slammed his fist on the table. “Then we give it none.”

However, before he could make a move, a new name suddenly appeared on the monument in front of him. [Drake Wyrmthorn, Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline, descendant of a celestial monsteroid, only thirty years old, level seven paragon, ranked 92nd on the Prodigy Ranking, rewarded with a strand of light of the galaxy!] An instant uproar erupted from the spectators when they saw Drake had been rewarded with the light of the galaxy.

one of the healers said. “I agree with him my Lord” Ganymede began, “whoever blocked your daughter's mind link is an old and powerful sorcerer. The snake was a trap set up for anyone that comes snooping around. If your wolf didn't pull us out in time then, it would have been fatal.” Peru perked up, “don't do that again. It's best to ignore the mind link after all, it is disappearing.” “Fine. Were you affected too?” “Nothing serious, just an energy drain.”

After making everyone a defender, he laid back and played some music to help him relax, mainly power metal and symphonic metal. Unbeknownst to David, something seemed to "click" in the abyss, like a lock was released the moment he started the exodus. Ancient beings awakened from their slumber. Creatures shook off the dirt that covered their bodies and began to roam the wilds. Low rumblings sounded under the earth and lakes filled with blood and poison. The army was getting bigger and more powerful, but something else was too, something beyond their comprehension.

The Kraken’s Eye began to flicker, the massive wave above the city, just seconds from impact, suddenly froze in mid-air, hanging like a mountain of glass, the Lunar Priests shrieked, their chant breaking as the backlash of the halted energy hit them. "You cannot stop the Moon!" the Seer roared, lunging toward me with a dagger of solidified salt. I didn't dodge, I let the salt-blade pierce my shoulder, as the "Deep Tide" magic entered my blood, I didn't reject it, I fed it to the child’s connection. A mile away, in the nursery of the Zenith City, Lucian let out a sharp, melodic cry. In the trench, the water began to swirl into a violent, localized vortex, the "Kraken" wasn't a beast of flesh,

If he wanted to tell me, it would be up to him. Leaving the market, which was under a large canopy, with stone slabs used as tables, we started searching for the nonplaying character whom we could obtain a teleporting stone from. Currently, the only way to get to previous levels is if we traveled on foot. It wasn’t bad, but it would help us when we got further and needed to return to a previous level. After walking a bit, we finally found an older man that that couldn’t be taller than three feet. His name was Alemes, and he was a Dwarf Wizard. He was standing under an umbrella, looking worried and dehydrated.

Namir purred shyly, trying to cover his body with his hands. I lent him the cloak that Amaris gave me. "Use this in the meantime." "Thank you, princess Nemiah." He quickly took the cloak from my hand and put it on. "How about that?" He asked. "Much better." Druji answered. "So. We just discovered something about that mark on your hand. It can purify something like what it did to Druji, maybe that's the weapon you can use to defeat Dubheasa. You can instantly take away all her powers!" Queen Morrigan pondered with enthusiasm.